Little Fire

Resistance started from a little fire. Not the kind that burns cities, but the one that survives inside a single chest. A spark passed between whispers, between tired hands, between people told to stay quiet. Every movement, every change, every crack in the concrete began as something small enough to be ignored. A match. A thought. A refusal. This work is a tribute to those fragile beginnings— the moments when conviction is still vulnerable, when hope exists only as an ember, yet carries enough heat to outlive the dark. Because the strongest flames were never born as infernos. They began as a little fire.