- Aria -
Three days since my last report, and every morning brought good news. I could feel the universe conspiring in my favor. Each day, as I stood up unassisted, my muscles waking from their slumber, I sometimes surprised myself with the distance I could manage—twenty feet yesterday, edging past thirty today. It felt like reclaiming a piece of my soul, inch by cautious inch.
Beneath the excitement, however, lay the weight of reality. As exhilarating as it was to tread along the path of recovery, a harsh truth anchored itself in my thoughts: even if my body could perform those simple movements, the professional stage was forever out of reach. A decade had slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. My body, though healing, bore the marks of time and struggle—a silent testament that
