When the wind carries no demand, and the silence no threat.
He had chased motion until it broke, waited for stillness until it spoke and now, both moved through him like breath.
The sea no longer felt like exile.
It was home, not because it held him, but because it let him go.
Each tide folded into another, each moment into the next and for the first time, he didn't need to name the difference.
He had learned the language of return:
not the act of coming back, but the grace of being where you stand.
The boards under his feet, the light over water, the pulse beneath all things it was enough.
Far from the noise where the journey began, he could finally hear it
the quiet rhythm behind every motion, the whisper that had followed him since the first spark:
You are already home.
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