KEY EXCERPT-CODE 4795

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I don’t know exactly when I started to crack.
It’s never a clear moment, never a scene you can point to.
It’s more like a series of micro-shifts, tiny gestures that eventually
push you out of yourself.

One morning, I woke up with this strange sensation: as if my body
had moved ahead without me.
I could see my hands, my arms, my shoulders, but something was missing.
A center.
An axis.
An inner name.

I got up, walked to the window.
The light was white, almost too pure for the start of a day.
It cut the objects with a precision that unsettled me.
I wondered if light could be a reminder — a way of saying:
really look at yourself..

That’s when I felt the code.
Not a number, not a formula.
A beat.
A dull vibration, like a message buried in the chest.
I didn’t know yet that it was called 4795.

I only knew that he had been talking to me for a long time, and that I had ignored him.

I sat on the floor, back against the wall.
I closed my eyes.

And in that silence, I heard something unfold.
A memory.
A voice.
A thread that connected me to what I had left behind:
my mother’s gestures,
my father’s silences,
too-quick departures,
too-late returns,
the cities where I learned to breathe differently.

Everything was there, compact, dense, like a core.
I realized that to move forward, I had to go down.
Go down into what scared me.
Go down into what had kept me standing without me knowing it.

That day, I didn’t solve anything.
I didn’t find any answers.
But I felt an opening, a crack in the surface.
A passage.

That’s how I started to come back to myself.