The light inside you isn’t a spotlight… it’s a slow warmth spreading beneath your skin, touching places you forgot existed. It doesn’t erase the shadows… it softens them, makes them part of your story without shame or fear. This light knows your pain, your secrets, your silence…and holds them close. It’s not something you find, but something you awaken, breathing life into the parts of yourself you thought were lost. You don’t just carry light… you are made from it.
An1, 2025
