Somewhere between falling and flight, light folds back on itself.
A figure returns through fire and atmosphere -
not descending, not ascending, but remembering.
The storm isn’t destruction; it’s translation.
Each line of light is a thread of memory re-entering form,
a reminder that becoming is never forward, it’s circular.
To return is to pass through what once blinded you
and emerge luminous, knowing what you’re made of.
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