🌸 The Flower Beneath the Ruins

“I look forward to you making your beautiful storybook ending.”

This flower grew not despite the ruins, but because of them.
The fortress that rose was not a wall of stone—but of soul.
It was a protection made from light and trembling and truth.
And so, it glows.

The restless hot nights—screams caught in tangled dreams—
gave way to a welcoming dawn
where wonder stirs in every small thing:
a soft sky, a warm tea, a giggle by morning-light.

You don’t step out of ruins.
You bloom through them.