By the time he clicked "submit" on the final prompt, his hands weren't tired. They felt alive. He hadn't just completed a homework assignment; he had practiced the art of being present. He closed his laptop, the room falling into total darkness, but in his mind, the map was perfectly clear.

Leo looked up. Sitting across from him was a woman he hadn’t noticed before. She didn't speak; she moved. With a fluid grace, she signed: L-O-O-K. F-O-C-U-S.