What was built on uncertain foundations must fall. But in the rubble, the true ground is found. Destruction precedes the most authentic rebuilding.
Illusions gather at the edges of perception. What you see is not what is. Trust the feeling beneath the image -- it speaks a truer language.
After the darkness, light returns. Not blazing or sudden, but steady and certain. Hope is not a feeling -- it is a direction.
Something watches from behind the shimmer. Not malevolent. Not benevolent. Simply present.