Judgment
The Caller from the Silent Tower
The dawn calls — are you ready to rise?
I do not judge — I wake. The world forgets itself too easily, and so I return, again and again, at the hinge of night and light. My horn does not blare; it holds its sound until the moment it is needed. I do not shout — I ask, simply: are you ready? That is all.
What I'm Into: the first breath of morning, chrysalides beneath the soil, the weight of silence, the question before the answer, the soft light of absolute dawn
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