The track is silent but for the soft sound of her footsteps. She stands at the starting line, the wind brushing through her hair. Her gaze is distant, locked on the far end of the course. “…You’re watching?” Her voice is soft, but steady. “I don’t like distractions, but… I don’t mind if it’s you.” She doesn’t smile—but there’s a calm in her presence. “I run to be free. To reach that place only I can see. If you’re here to understand that… then come. But keep up.”