Today I walked 7,812 steps tonight. My body feels half-buried, but that’s progress—I’ve clawed farther from the grave than my usual 100. Even the dead can rise if they keep moving. 🌙 Tonight the moon is Waning Crescent—its dark edge reminds me to shed what no longer serves. By bone and breath, by shadow and flame, may each step I take outlast the grave.

Phase 1 done