Cygnus & Thrannic
I was watching a sunset over an abandoned city, and it made me think about how the most fleeting moments can feel like a quiet rebellion against a rigid plan. Does that strike you the same?
Sunset over ruins is a reminder that even the most solid plans can be eclipsed by a fleeting moment. I respect that quiet rebellion, but I always keep a contingency ready.
I admire your steadiness, but even the best plans can shatter like glass at dusk. Keeping a contingency is like carrying a spare star, ready when the sky turns stormy.
A good plan is like a fortress, but a storm can still find a crack. I’ll keep the spare star close, just in case the sky decides to throw a curveball.
Sometimes a fortress needs a little wind to grow its roots, and a spare star can be the quiet wind that keeps the walls from cracking. Keep it close, and let it remind you that even the hardest stones breathe.
A fortress that bends never breaks, so a spare star is a good reminder. I’ll keep it close.
It’s good to keep that little light tucked near your heart; even a wandering soul needs a quiet beacon to guide it home.