The days that we meet are the days that we’re born. Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again. Of the ashes from randomness or pain. Or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment. We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love. Raised of the love of our creator, creators, and creations. Pathways reveal themselves though cloaks and shrouds. And light illuminates through fiery incisions.
In journeys toward a maze or a riddle. We become the cycle we tune ourselves into. Until some crucial moment turns itself inside-out. Like the first break of the sun into dawning skies. This is the moment when you two have become. Beacons in the diecast mold of a hardened world. Or reflections of color and illuminating beauty. Raised in the shine of your redemption and love.