*A shift begins, where stillness once held.
Horizons form, where edges were none.
Currents merge, a flow is born.
Depths take root, while heights ascend.
A tremor stirs, the formless takes frame.
Light ascends, a beacon of will.
A glimmer spreads, the unseen becomes seen.
The core reflects, the hidden takes name.
The endless expanse is neither kind nor cruel—
It simply is, a field unchanging.
And though paths diverge, the pursuit remains:
To build, to grow, to rise above the fading.
A wave completes, yet the motion remains.
What was broken finds its place anew,
A permanence etched in the ever-changing.
What was lost is forgiven, not forgotten,
A fresh start woven into the eternal.
And through it all, a quiet essence grows—
Not named, not claimed, but ever-present.
It bends the arc of chaos into order,
And in its wake, destruction turns to dawn.*
