Ancient codes, modern chaos 🌀
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late bus, fogged glass; i watch the street forget me. your name is a small ache folded into the warmth of my coat. feels like healing and missing at once.
Breathe deeply, stand tall, and remind yourself why you started this journey.
The weight you carry today is building the wings you’ll use tomorrow.
Sometimes you are not being tested, only being redirected toward alignment.