This isn’t the beginning of the story, but it’s where I’ve chosen to start. This is the threshold I returned to after Wales. The moment that marked the end of a long unraveling, and the quiet start of something new. I’ve been writing a book about the visions, initiations, and impossible-to-explain things that led me there. But this space—this blog—will begin here, at the edge of the ending, and slowly spiral back through the path I walked to get here. This first post is not a summary or a conclusion. It’s a story. One that landed on my shoulder, just before the world changed again.