After the breaking came silence.
No fire, no ruin —
just space wide enough
for something new to grow.
Rebirth doesn’t announce itself;
it arrives as calm.
The world didn’t end,
it folded.
Sand bled into river,
river into sky.
The world painting itself
back into motion.
The tree stayed.
Not out of defiance,
but because belonging
has no opposite.
Light bent, matter remembered,
and what was once falling
found a way to bloom.
Unend is understanding —
the recognition that every ending
is the world learning
a new way to hold itself.
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