Prologue

There are inheritances that give life.
And others that redefine it.

I did not inherit light.
I inherited the possibility of losing it.

This is not a complaint.

It is a testimony.

A record of what it means to live
when the horizon is uncertain,
and dignity remains non-negotiable.

This is not a story about blindness.

It is a story about vision.

Not the one that fades —
but the one that insists.

Where light remains,
I remain.

— Fabián Mecle