Where the Wound Opens to Light
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A tectonic hum beneath the breath. Where roots fracture the soil to whisper:
“You have been here before — but not like this.”
Maroon flame, emerald nerve, pulsing around blackened gates entry points of the unspoken. Not void. But compression codes.
Where pain once lived, new Earth seeds now coil. Waiting. Not to bloom but to rewire. This is the body’s map of return where solar fire and ancestral ache begin to harmonize. Not erase. But witness.
The black fields are not endings. They are density points memory collapsing inward
for reconstruction. A scar becomes a compass. A tremor becomes design. You are not bleeding. You are unveiling the sovereign strata beneath survival.Try it!
