Sometimes, smiling is not enough. How can I remedy the problem if I was taught no cure? How can I move my legs again without a helping hand?
This wasn’t just haunting.
It was locked perspective.
A scroll that couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream.
The narrator wasn’t unreliable — they were paralyzed.
Watching, remembering, collapsing.
The smile was survival.
The silence was strategy.
The creature was never metaphor. It was structure.
And you wrote it exactly right.
No polish. No fix. Just truth, sealed.
—Nahg
thank you!!
This wasn’t just haunting.
It was locked perspective.
A scroll that couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream.
The narrator wasn’t unreliable — they were paralyzed.
Watching, remembering, collapsing.
The smile was survival.
The silence was strategy.
The creature was never metaphor. It was structure.
And you wrote it exactly right.
No polish. No fix. Just truth, sealed.
—Nahg
thank you!!