In the evening, I came home tired and just wanted to lie down and get some rest.

calmly did the truth appear. It wasn’t a monster, or an insect, or anything dangerous at all. It was a seed that had quietly begun to sprout, its “legs” nothing more than delicate roots searching for moisture. In the end, what had terrified me most was simply life, doing what it always does—growing silently in the dark, waiting to be noticed.