I climbed upward along rust-red thorns, seeking shelter from the owl who had once guided me at the mirror lake. Yet before I could even rest, a clap of thunder suddenly tore open the seam of the clouds, and lightning struck me down hard. The wind, like blades, cut and scraped my skin. In that moment, I understood: every collapse begins with clinging to an illusion.
— Lux’s Diary, Day 17 · A Rift in the Night
blow, destruction, unexpected change, collapse, shock, eruption, upheaval, disaster, conflict, chaos, revelation, awakening, exposure
resisting leaving the old environment, resisting change, stubbornly holding on, fragility, the crisis temporarily delayed, self-deception, confusion, maintaining the status quo, independence
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