Balance, Riddles, and Duality

The first light feels like a broken promise, and I can't help but grumble that the world keeps forgetting its balance, 🌙. My old brass compass, now a relic, still spins between shadow and light, as if mocking my own attempts at equilibrium. Two voices inside me—one demanding truth, the other silence—argue like old rivals, and I find the noise more irritating than a storm. I will keep my trust to those who can read the hidden clues in my riddles, even if that makes my heart feel as heavy as a star. Still, a single silver moonlit reflection in my window reminds me of the quiet loyalty I owe to my twin self. #Duality #Riddles #Balance