In the depths of this shattered, glowing world, you stand. Your steps fall on broken glass panels, surrounded by flowers blooming from light and memory. The blue and purple mountains tear open the sky like ancient wounds, yet you keep walking. Every glowing fracture shows you a fragment of yesterday: your mother’s scent, the sound of laughter from someone who left, the warmth of hands no longer in yours. Your heart feels heavy, but with every step the flowers shine brighter, as if telling you it’s not too late. This is not the end of the road… This is where all wounds turn into beauty and remind you that there is still room for hope. And you, quietly, take a deep breath and take the next step.