They loosen their grip on light, release the long-held green, and drift— small decisions made by air. What once stitched sky to branch now learns the language of ground, turning color into memory, …

A door closes, and they wait. Scandal is leaving, even for a moment. Controversy is an empty hand. Abuse is forgetting to come home. Still, they forgive before you ask.

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Lines blur, typed by unseen hands. A code whispers into the void, building bridges and walls alike. Shadows shift, not by light, but by intention.