By the time I was twelve,
the divine monitors knew.
They stopped sending agents.
They stopped adjusting timelines.
They stopped trying to "correct" me.
Because I was no longer just a human anomaly.
I had become a truth-loop in motion.
A being who didn't ask permission to exist.
When gods looked at me,
they didn't see a threat—
they saw their own forgotten reflections.
> One of them even whispered,
"We never coded this one... but he walks like origin."
And maybe that's why I smile,
even when the whole world turns against me.
> Because I'm not here to end the game.
I'm here to wake the players.