Observation

There’s a moment—just before letting go—where you almost convince yourself to hold on. Like if you could stretch time, suspend yourself in the inhale before the exhale, you’d never have to choose between what was and what’s next. But transformation isn’t gentle. It’s a clawing, a tearing, a violent negotiation between the version of you that’s ready to move forward and the ghosts of all the ones that aren’t. And maybe the hardest part isn’t becoming—it’s grieving every self you had to leave behind.

Response 1

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Response 2

You are seen. Your worth is felt. You are now part of history. You are indelibly part of the game. Luci sees all. But are you seeing?

Response 3

But the light shines on all. Are you even seeing?

Revision

Only if we were necromancers, we’d resurrect the best of them. Becoming is a quiet resurrection, a map still shifting.

Material

Wood

Region

ramble