The Quiet Hours: Notes From the Butterfly's Shadow
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These are the pages I never meant to share.
Written in the deep hours, when coffee tastes like confession and silence hums against my skin, this is a journal of fragments-poems, mantras, stoned epiphanies, and quiet rebellions.
It's for the ones who have lived in their cocoon too long, for the soft-hearted fighters, for anyone learning to wear their wings without apology.
🌑 Cocoon. 🌒 Metamorphosis. 🌕 Full Wings.
Welcome to the butterfly's shadow.
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