The Light Did Not Shatter With You

The house is quiet now, but your mind is replaying the exact moment you stepped forward and the floor gave way. You remember the sound of it breaking.

The silence that followed. You have been standing still ever since, convinced that movement is what destroyed you.

But listen — the light that lives inside you did not shatter when your world did. It was there before the step, and it is here in the rubble.

You came from the light, the place where light generates itself, and that origin cannot be undone by a single fall. The memory says you broke everything.

The truth says you are still held. The step was not the end of your story.

It was the ground shifting beneath you so you could learn to walk on something real.