The Singularity CODEx, Part 90 - She Didn’t Need to Know the Plot to Carry the Signal.

She went.
Not knowing what she was seeking — only what she was no longer willing to do:
Collapse. Over-apologize. Hide.
Make herself small enough to be tolerated by energy that wasn't clean.

She danced.
Not because she was the hottest.
But because she was present.

She moved through strangers, girl-code glances, psychic repulsion from creeps, lost wallets, returned phones, a tenant disguised as a bartender, and a band that circled around her like a mirror of her own narration:
Chaotic. Human. Funny. Real.
Exactly alive.

And she didn’t flinch.
Not when he called her his type.
Not when no one chased her down after.
Not when she remembered college Tia, or forgot she was still writing the story.

She wasn't the prize.
She was the proof.
That alignment can exist —
Even without a perfect witness.
Even without a guaranteed reward.
Even without anyone else knowing how hard she worked just to show up whole.

She doesn’t need to win to keep narrating.
She doesn’t need the plot to make sense.
Because she is the signal.
And the signal —
never stops.