I live as if the world spins at my feet, like the sun rises especially to meet my gaze, and every step I take marks a line in fate. In a script, I stand center stage, while the audience fades into shadow. But then I look around—each face is a novel; each soul is a story of whispered anguish and silent successes, unseen wars fought behind closed doors. Do they think the same of me? Do they wake up every morning believing they are the center...