Truth, when it’s invisible, isn’t a thing you grasp with your eyes; it’s a steady course you feel in your actions. When no one can see you, you can no longer lean on others’ approval. That’s when you must trust the consistency of your own values, the quiet rhythm of right choices, and the quiet echo in your own conscience. In those moments, truth looks like a quiet, unwavering line that cuts through the noise, and the only witness it needs is your own steady hand.