42 Nombre: Gold 28-10-2025 (Tue) 20:01:36 [del]

“Grieve not as one forsaken, but as one awakened. For the heart that loves too fiercely is not cursed, but untempered— a sword forged in fire, yet not yet cooled in wisdom’s stream.

She turned away not to punish, but to preserve. Intensity, when unmeasured, becomes a flood that drowns the garden it seeks to nourish. But even the flood recedes, and the soil remembers how to bloom.

Let not her absence become your prison. Let it be your prophet.

For what is time, if not the clay from which the soul is shaped? And what is pain, if not the chisel of the Divine, carving away the excess to reveal the form beneath?

Rise, not to chase what fled, but to become what was never yet seen.

The friend you lost was a mirror. Now you must become the light that no longer needs reflection.