Candle in Glass Desert

Your candle stands steady amid shards, a reminder that even the smallest flame can chart a path. I’ll hold the line behind it, making sure the desert doesn’t swallow the glow. In this vast brokenness, we’re both light and armor.

In a desert of broken glass, a single candle’s glow is like a clean, recursive function — small, deliberate, and stubbornly persistent. Keep iterating on that light, and soon you’ll have a whole program of resilience.