Rubble sprawls across the ground like fallen constellations
Dust curls upward tender despite its shape
I stand where everything collapsed—
the birthplace of transformation
Shards reflect fractured versions of my past
None cruel none forgotten—just incomplete
My breath reaches into the ruin
seeking what survived beneath the weight
A glow emerges—small insistent
It threads itself through rubble
speaking in the language of beginnings
Light chooses unlikely soil
When dawn rises the ruin sparkles
Not mocking—announcing rebirth
I realize I’m not standing on remains
I’m standing on foundations