It's beautiful to give wings to your imagination, But you know, what's far more beautiful? What's truly magical? To let your wings born again after being burnt into ashes... The ashes no other could see... The pain of scars only you could feel. The process takes time. The rebirth takes time. Just the way, slowly slowly you craft a unique masterpiece from the broken shreds. Sometimes, your hands get bruised and other times, darkness take over. Nevertheless, your heartbeats chase an unknown light. Something calls you from the other end. Perhaps your vision or, Your own self?

It's beautiful to give wings to your imagination, But you know, what's far more beautiful? What's truly magical? To let your wings born again after being burnt into ashes... The ashes no other could see... The pain of scars only you could feel. The process takes time. The rebirth takes time. Just the way, slowly slowly you craft a unique masterpiece from the broken shreds. Sometimes, your hands get bruised and other times, darkness take over. Nevertheless, your heartbeats chase an unknown light. Something calls you from the other end. Perhaps your vision or, Your own self?