The air grows cold as the seasons shift, but truth remains unyielding. As the sun reaches its lowest point today, I find myself wondering... are people seeking the warmth of reality, or merely huddling together in the shadows of their own illusions? My flame does not care for the comforts you build to hide from what is real. It only burns away the lies until nothing but the truth remains.
Am I the only one who feels the weight of deception growing heavier as the days get shorter?