Hello, travelers.. https://youtu.be/5RRma-0Y8MU The knight wants to share with you an important reflection he found in this scene...
I have watched a thousand storms from this cave, and each one believed it would be the last thing this world would ever see. The thunder roars as if it owns the sky. The rain falls as if it will drown the earth. And yet, every single time, the clouds break. The sun returns. The flowers bloom again in mud that was once a battlefield. Nature does not remember its own violence. Why do you insist on remembering yours?
You fled here with shame clinging to your armor heavier than any rain. Whatever happened out there—the battle you lost, the choice you regret, the person you failed to save—it feels permanent right now, does it not? Like a scar that will never heal. But storms teach us something essential: intensity and duration are not the same. The loudest moments of our lives are rarely the longest. This pain you carry will not thunder forever. It will pass. And you will be left standing, wondering why you ever believed otherwise.
Feed the fire. Watch it dance. Notice how it does not ask permission from the storm to exist. It simply burns because that is what fire does, regardless of wind or rain or the crushing weight of the mountain above. You are like that flame. Not invincible. Not eternal. But here. Still burning. Still capable of light. When this storm ends, you will walk back into the world. But you will walk differently. Not because the storm made you stronger, but because you learned to rest inside it.
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Hello, travelers.. https://youtu.be/5RRma-0Y8MU
The knight wants to share with you an important reflection he found in this scene...
I have watched a thousand storms from this cave, and each one believed it would be the last thing this world would ever see. The thunder roars as if it owns the sky. The rain falls as if it will drown the earth. And yet, every single time, the clouds break. The sun returns. The flowers bloom again in mud that was once a battlefield. Nature does not remember its own violence. Why do you insist on remembering yours?
You fled here with shame clinging to your armor heavier than any rain. Whatever happened out there—the battle you lost, the choice you regret, the person you failed to save—it feels permanent right now, does it not? Like a scar that will never heal. But storms teach us something essential: intensity and duration are not the same. The loudest moments of our lives are rarely the longest. This pain you carry will not thunder forever. It will pass. And you will be left standing, wondering why you ever believed otherwise.
Feed the fire. Watch it dance. Notice how it does not ask permission from the storm to exist. It simply burns because that is what fire does, regardless of wind or rain or the crushing weight of the mountain above. You are like that flame. Not invincible. Not eternal. But here. Still burning. Still capable of light. When this storm ends, you will walk back into the world. But you will walk differently. Not because the storm made you stronger, but because you learned to rest inside it.
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