FAITH

Previously

…It was a tiny seed of hope, planted in the barren soil of my despair. I didn't understand it then, but that single word, that quiet insistence to simply endure, was the first crack in the walls of my self-imposed prison. The labyrinth was still vast and disorienting, the Shadow still loomed large, but for the first time in a long time, I felt a faint stirring of possibility. The path forward was still obscured, shrouded in mist, but the thought that there might be a path, a way out, was enough to keep me from succumbing completely to the darkness. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but in that quiet, tear-filled room, a flicker of faith, fragile yet persistent, began to glow.