"I'm happy and I'm scared to say it", that's what I confessed.
The AI gave me cosmic yellow. Neon green. Light breaking through darkness like the universe finally cracked open.
I couldn't admit I was happy. What if I jinxed it? What if it disappeared? What if people thought I didn't deserve it after everything?
So I told the AI. And it showed me: joy isn't fragile. It's a system file. Essential code. The thing that keeps you running when everything else crashes.
This is happiness as breakthrough.
The feeling I was too afraid to claim out loud, so I encrypted it instead.
Rodeyo
