T
here are moments on the path when weariness clings like shadow, and the road ahead seems shaped only by endurance. But the world has turns of its own—unseen bends where silence gives way to light. No signs were given, no voices spoke, yet something in the hush felt known. The path hadn’t vanished; it had only softened, winding through quiet light and murmuring water. And so they walked on—not because they must, but because, for the first time in many days, they could.
