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Good evening everyone
My entry for Week 2: The Luminary as Myth
“Whisperlight”
They searched the skies for centuries,
naming stars, chasing fire.
But the Luminary was never in the sky.
It waited in stillness beneath noise, beneath need.
A traveler once collapsed on a nameless hill.
No map. No prayer. Just breath.
And in that breath, the light arrived.
Not with thunder, but with recognition.
Not to guide but to remind.
The Luminary is not a god, nor flame,
but a memory we carry before we’re born.
It glows where truth is too soft to speak.
Where endings become beginnings.
It doesn’t ask to be followed.
It waits to be remembered.
Cc: @naaate
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