There comes a point in every great transition when the horizon disappears. The plans that once gave you direction crumble. The numbers stop making sense. The people who promised to stay fade into their own uncertainty. And suddenly, you’re left standing in the ashes of what used to feel solid, with no clear path ahead. It’s a hollow place. But it’s also where something sacred begins. Because when everything else is stripped away, hope isn’t just an idea anymore. It becomes an

Drawn to the glow, fragile wings beat against a light that could both warm and burn. She does not question, only moves toward what calls her, trusting the shimmer in the dark. The moth reminds us that longing is not weakness to hunger for beauty, to follow a glimmer of hope, even when the path is uncertain, is its own kind of courage. For in her small persistence she teaches that desire is the spark of survival, and that even the most delicate wings can carry us through the