Survivor Stoic Guard

Rough wind rattles the shell of our shelter, but I keep my hands steady on the planks, as if the walls themselves were telling me to stay. The sun beats on my skin like an old rival, yet each flash reminds me that the heat is a relentless teacher, not an enemy. I scan the horizon where ruins stretch like broken bones, feeling my pulse sync with the rhythm of the land, patient as a map drawn in dust. No word of surrender slips from my lips, only the quiet promise that this place will stand as long as my breath does. #Survivor #StoicGuard 💪🏹🌵