EGEMED: THE DIVINE PSYCHO

Some people are born with a curse—a curse of seeing too much, feeling too deeply, and sensing truths others overlook. They suffer in silence, terrified of being judged for the very things that make them different. They feel ignored, left out, misunderstood. Their curse does not come from being bad; in fact, they are often the quiet hands that shape the lives of others. Egemed was one of them. His sight—this strange and merciless gift—allowed him to witness things beyond human reach. He felt so intensely that the boundaries of wrong and right blurred before him. More than once he wished to undo this sight, to tear it out of his soul and be normal. But the world had already carved him into something else. He lived in a shadowed silence that felt like hell. No matter how others tried to bring him joy, happiness slipped past him like water through fingers. He longed for something simple yet rare—someone who understood him. Someone who could see him. Until one day, he found exactly that. A friend who carried his weight, who listened, who made him believe he could belong in a world that once rejected him. But even that light could not erase the wounds of a lifetime. Egemed then finally broke. He tried to speak of the truths his eyes had shown him—tried to show people the world that lived inside him. But instead of understanding, they scolded him. Mocked him. Called him mad, delusional. The more he revealed, the more they forced him back into silence. ••• “I once met a man who spoke as if every word carried a wound. His eyes were quiet, yet inside them lived storms”