Before the Wings Unfurl❌

Pain is a sculptor. Every wound a chisel, every hardship a hammer striking the raw stone of the soul. Most recoil, fearing the blow. But those who endure the carving witness something else—a form emerging, something more than what was before.

To unfurl is to rise beyond injury, beyond fear, beyond the illusion of finality. It is to recognize that hardship is not an end but an aperture—a narrow passage through which only the resolute emerge, not as they were, but as something transformed.

The question is not whether you will face trials. The question is whether you will let them break you or shape you.

"The canard that adversity breaks souls blossoms in the minds of many. Yet, as fire tempers steel, so does hardship sculpt the spirit. Pain and suffering become the crucible where wings are forged, unfurling toward liberation—until crimson births anew.”

Angel With Blood Wings❌