Birds of Heaven

天界の鳥 [Tenkai no Tori] In the space between heartbeats, I found this temple waiting— not built, but remembered. Peacocks carry our unspoken prayers, walking with impossible grace through storms we thought would break us. These pillars hold the weight of every time we chose to stand again, to bloom beside our scars. The golden lights are quiet moments when we recognize ourselves in a stranger's eyes, understanding we all walk the same path home, carrying each other's sorrows like offerings to the temple we're still learning to build, inside our chests.