Our Journey: Where Thoughts Rest

Floating clouds and fractured skies,

Flying shards and broken ties.

Fearless chaos lies ahead—

Buried shards, and weapons red.

Terrors haunt where nameless souls

Whisper stories no one knows.

Hideous, ungrateful hearts

Still clutch their cursed, forgotten parts.

Yet, in these scars, an echo remains:

An unforgettable memory,

Born of pain.

Communication is not the only key—

Love carries something deeper.

Trust may shatter, but from truth,

We grow—

We become the seeker.

Asking forgiveness is not a weakness,

But the release of grief.

Patience isn't endless,

But still,

You'll find what you need.

Anger may blaze beyond control,

But it doesn't mean you lost your soul.

Love your shard.

Love what remains.

Love the broken—

Don't bend for their games.

Stay grounded.

Know this:

Time does not wait.

Be gentle with the shard—

And find yourself in fate.

This is a journey, not a war,

In the life of the shard,

In the spirit's core.

This is the call.

Believe me—

You, yourself, and I.