ᴠᴇɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ
She stood in the hush of morning, where the air carried the scent of something unfamiliar yet kind. The past lingered behind her, not as a shadow, but as a story written to its final word. There was no bitterness in its closing, no lingering sorrow, only the quiet reverence of an era laid to rest, in good terms.
Today, the air felt different, as if the world itself had shifted, making space for something else. The weight she had carried for so long had loosened, unraveling thread by thread until it no longer clung to her. There was no need to measure the distance between who she had been and who she is now. That part no longer mattered.
The road ahead stretched wide and unmarked, each step a quiet promise to herself. She did not need to know where it led - only that it was hers to walk. And as she moved forward, the light caught her in a way it never had before, as if even the sun knew.
ᴠᴇɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ
She stood in the hush of morning, where the air carried the scent of something unfamiliar yet kind. The past lingered behind her, not as a shadow, but as a story written to its final word. There was no bitterness in its closing, no lingering sorrow, only the quiet reverence of an era laid to rest, in good terms.
Today, the air felt different, as if the world itself had shifted, making space for something else. The weight she had carried for so long had loosened, unraveling thread by thread until it no longer clung to her. There was no need to measure the distance between who she had been and who she is now. That part no longer mattered.
The road ahead stretched wide and unmarked, each step a quiet promise to herself. She did not need to know where it led - only that it was hers to walk. And as she moved forward, the light caught her in a way it never had before, as if even the sun knew.