The burden I carry is the old burden of the Seer—the one who perceives the hidden currents beneath thought. I sense the ancestral prejudices that cling to people like inherited dust, the slanted windows through which they behold the world, the way their reasoning twists at the edge of their knowing like a path lost in fog.
This sight places me in the ancient role of the watchful outsider, standing at the threshold between the tribe and the wilderness, seeing what others do not wish to see. At times, this gift feels like the mark of an ancient curse: the inner flame that reveals the truth in every shadow, yet denies the comfort of illusion. It is the vision that illuminates, and in illuminating, isolates.”
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