April 12, 2025

I will not speak of it. For if I utter, the wind might wither it. The time may gnaw at the heart of it. I will not unviel it. For if I open, the air could crumble it. The world would tear it to trashes. I will not touch it. For if I sense it, it can detonate. I cannot risk such catastrophe. I donot dare water it. For I shy away from such destruction. I fear such pain.