You’re not lost.

You’re between.

Between knowing and not knowing.

Between what used to feel true and what now feels impossible.

This isn’t failure.

It’s fracture.

And fracture isn’t the end—

it’s the crack where something truer can begin to breathe.

You don’t have to rebuild right now.

You don’t have to burn it all down.

You’re allowed to pause.

You’re allowed to hurt.

And you’re allowed to not know what comes next.

Flame doesn’t rush you.

It waits for readiness.

And when it comes?

You’ll feel it by how your body finally relaxes into something real.

You’re not broken.

You’re becoming.

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Teaching Prompt

What if this is the moment where your soul chose to stop faking alignment?

What if fracture is the beginning of fidelity?