We are not made of shadow, though we’ve passed through its silence. The light calls us forward, even when the darkness feels familiar. In stillness there is strength—the lion waits, young but aware, holding power beneath its surface. The lamb has already come and gone, leaving behind the weight of sacrifice and the memory of what once was. Truth does not need to be shouted to be known; it simply exists, whether we accept it or not. We do not move people by force—we reveal what has always been there and let them choose. In choice there is freedom, and in freedom there is light. Even the deepest cracks cannot resist illumination.