As the lights rush past in long, fading trails, they remind me of everything I’ve been through — the betrayals, the silence, the questions. There was a time when those I trusted most chose convenience over conscience, distorting truth for their own gain. It left me in the dark — confused, broken, and searching for answers. But darkness teaches. And over time, I found something they couldn’t touch: clarity.
Truth doesn’t race — it waits.
Hope doesn’t shout — it survives.
And karma, though quiet, never forgets.
What once felt like the end was just the stillness before the light returned.
Lens and Landmarks 