The First Burn
In the beginning, you were a piece of coal that dared not burn, desperately clean. Until you moved your heart, and earned your first beautiful burn.
The Badge of Honor
You look at the cracks in your armor and hide them no more. You realize this rift is not a flaw, but where the light enters. This is your battle hymn.
The Beautiful Paradox
You burn, yet you freeze. Half is the destructive fire, half is the detached Larimar. Finally, you admit: contradiction is the very source of allure.
The Violent Growth
And so, you repress no more. Like that cluster of blinding neon green, carrying inelegant mud, you break through the earth—blindly, violently.
The Fish of the Sky
The world defines you as a fish, condemned to the depths. No. In this moment, you rage and fly. You shake off the last drop of sea foam and become a fish of the sky.
The Light in the Abyss
You dove into the abyss untouched by sunlight. There is no audience, no applause. But at the lightless end, you discovered that you are the light source itself.
The Folded Spring
You no longer try to rewrite the past. You folded the lost spring and tucked it between the pages. It became a lingering scent that never expires.
The Gentle Reconciliation
At the ferry of the River Lethe, you glanced back one last time. You found that the blood-red love and hate had been diluted by tears into a gentle pale pink. You have survived the storm.
The Whole Self
You gathered the obsidian of failure and the sandstone of sorrow. You melted and reforged them. You declared to yourself: No fragment is superfluous. This is the whole of me.
The Anthem of Life
Now, you are the most patient gardener. You wind thousands of colors, layer by layer. All the past has culminated in this blooming. This is the highest anthem you sing to yourself.