(low pulse begins — steady, unchanging) I do not chase. (pause) What is mine does not run. (soft step sound) I move without announcement. Without permission. (pause) You were taught to shrink. To explain. To apologize for taking up space. (low breath) That was never my way. (pulse continues) Power does not roar. It stands. (longer silence) Look at me. (pause) This is what certainty feels like. No hunger. No fear. No need to be seen. (soft wind) When you stop begging the world, it will finally listen. (pulse fades slowly) Walk like you belong here.