04/13/2026
Long before you mastered the rhythm of the dark hours, there was that first time the shift truly hit you.
You remember glancing up at the large, clunky analog clock on the wall of the station, the second hand ticking loudly in the sudden, deep silence of the ward. It was exactly 3:00 AM. A profound, quiet realization washed over you: outside, the entire city was asleep, but right here, you were wide awake, holding the line.
It was a moment of absolute solitude and immense pride, understanding that you were the solitary sentinel guarding their fragile rest. A quiet baptism into the sacred trust of the night.
