The world feels fractured, Our sweet voices have turned to daggers, lines drawn deeper than rivers, walls rising where bridges once stood. It is easy to believe the dark has won, to surrender to the shatter, to let despair whisper: this is all there is. But, look closer. Even broken glass catches light. Even in the rubble, seeds take root. Even in silence, a heartbeat insists on being heard. Hope is not the absence of cracks, It is the lamp we place within them, the stubborn flame that flicke...
