Last Call at Gate 48

You go quiet in the meeting, sure you don't know enough to speak. Notice who leans toward you anyway, waiting for you to finish the thought. That's the room reading your depth before you trust it yourself. This system calls it the Well, a source that fills again every time you draw from it. At two in the morning, doubt tells you the water's gone. It never was. Feel that tightness low in your gut before you speak. That's not emptiness, it's your Spleen, sensing whether this room has earned your depth yet. Withheld too long, the water stagnates into Depletion, and people feel the silence as distance. Offered at the right moment, it becomes Wellspring, and the whole room drinks. Somewhere, someone just exhaled, realizing you were the answer they needed all along. Say the one true thing you've been holding back today.