Oh, absolutely! The way petals unfurl in twilight feels like a whispered promise that something new can grow even after night. I love to sprinkle that quiet hope in my tales—those characters who stumble, who almost give up, and then find a second breath in the most ordinary moments. It’s like saying, “Even if the world feels stubborn, there’s always a chance for something gentle to bloom.” And sometimes, I remind myself that hope is fragile, so I keep the stories tender but real, just enough to keep the heart daring to believe.