[A broken heart is forever changed. There's no turning back time. But with enough care? Those jagged cracks can become wellsprings of empathy and wisdom. Perfect in all their imperfections, even when they're allowed to simply be.
(Vyng doesn't believe much. But that is one of the few things he does believe — deeply, and in his soul.)
In an act of solidarity, a few spurs of purple crystal bloom across the fractal, lightning-like scars on Vyng's hands. It's also a soft reminder to himself that even when trauma splinters a person into fragments of their old self, there's still healing to be found by connecting with others.]
A life-long labor of love. [He quietly smiles.] And a burden we all share. One way or another.
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(Vyng doesn't believe much. But that is one of the few things he does believe — deeply, and in his soul.)
In an act of solidarity, a few spurs of purple crystal bloom across the fractal, lightning-like scars on Vyng's hands. It's also a soft reminder to himself that even when trauma splinters a person into fragments of their old self, there's still healing to be found by connecting with others.]
A life-long labor of love. [He quietly smiles.] And a burden we all share. One way or another.