The Heavy Iron Key

Dear Delyara, It’s 2:30 AM, and I am holding the heavy iron master key to the facility in my palm, letting the cold metal dig into my skin until it hurts. This key opens every door in the building, giving me complete access to spaces that aren't mine. It’s a strange feeling, having so much administrative control over physical structures while feeling like I have absolutely no control over the direction of my own life. I spend my nights unlocking paths for others, making sure their properties are safe and secure, while my own dreams remain locked behind a wall of financial pressure and physical exhaustion. I look at the key and feel a deep, burning frustration. I don't want to hold the keys to someone else's empire anymore; I want to forge my own, but tonight, the forge feels completely cold.