She's the anchor in a storm, steadfast when the world urges her to set sail. She clings to the frayed threads of hope, believing that the tides will turn in her favour, that one day the sun will break through the clouds of uncertainty.
She remains, a lighthouse in the fog, illuminating the shadows of doubt that loom around her.
While others drift away, she stands firm, weathering the relentless gales of despair. She lingers at the edge of possibility, holding on until the very last whisper of hope fades into silence.
When we speak of the end, we mean the moment that glimmer of light finally dims—the final flicker of a flame she once nurtured with every ounce of her being.
But until that moment, she stays, a guardian of dreams that seem just beyond reach.
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