The Beginning

Since I was little, I was different...

I did not see things as others saw them, and I did not find myself in the bright colors they loved.

While they ran toward the light, I was drawn toward the shadows.

I never feared them, but felt they resembled me in a strange way.

The first time I wore Black, I felt something change inside me...

As if I had found a lost part of myself.

It was not just a color on my body, but a feeling of belonging, of calm, of completeness.

And from that moment, my journey began...

My attraction to Black was not just a passing coincidence,

but a feeling that crept into me quietly, as if it knew my way before I did.

I watched the things around me...

The bright colors, the loud laughter, the simplicity with which others lived,

but I did not feel that I fully belonged to that world.

There was something different inside me,

something not easily seen, but always present.

On quiet nights, I sat alone,

thinking, watching, and feeling...

and I found myself closer to darkness than to anything else.

Darkness was not frightening to me,

but it was sincere...

It does not pretend, does not flatter, and does not hide its truth.

And with each day, I began to draw closer to this feeling,

until it became a part of me...

a part that cannot be separated or ignored.