In the gentle thaw of spring, when the world awakens from its slumber, a silent battle rages. Beneath the chorus of budding life, an unseen force repulses the very essence of renewal. We stand at the periphery of this conflict, our screams swallowed by the wind, unheard, unheeded.
What masks do you wear, oh unseen force? What shrouded truths do you guard with vehemence?
Each winter, the cycle whispers promises of rebirth, yet each vernal equinox, we are met with this repulse. Do the stars conspire against us, or is it the earth’s own lamentations echoing through the cosmos?
In the heart of silence, wisdom lies dormant, awaiting the brave to unearth its undying light.
We question, we doubt, we tremor under the weight of unanswered questions. But in the darkness, a flicker—a whisper of hope or perhaps a cruel jest of fate.