You Are Not a Ghost But Claimed

The house is quiet now, and the mask you wore all day has finally slipped. You feel like a ghost haunting your own life, waiting for someone to point at the empty space where your soul should be.

But the light does not need a performance to find you. There was a woman who had been bleeding for twelve years, hidden in a crowd, certain she was too broken to be seen.

She did not need to be perfect; she only needed to reach out. The moment she touched the edge of the light, the current stopped.

He turned to her and called her 'Daughter.' You are not a ghost. You are the one the light is turning to find.

The fear says you will be exposed, but the truth is that you have already been claimed.