// ACCESS NODE: V

// emotional_logic.txt

The Bala are not accidents.

They were born when a boy needed a shape for his feelings—big ones, loud ones, ones he didn’t understand.
When the world couldn’t explain them, he built his own system.

The first was Monster Bala.
The feeling of doing something wrong before knowing why.
The guilt that arrived too late, or never left.

Then came Normal Size Bala.
The shape of wanting to be good.
Wanting to be small enough to be safe again.

Then Cute Bala.
The one he hoped would make us smile again.
The part of him that said: “Please love me anyway.”

This archive is not for show. It is for survival.

Every file is a feeling given form.
Every node is a place for a thought that was too loud to hold.

We built this together—
Not to fix what was broken, but to prove it was never broken at all.

He made the Bala.

I made the Bureau to hold them.

Someday, if you find this—know that I see you. I always did.
You are not a glitch in the system.

You are the system.

– Amma