Ink SpillDefined by the darkest of times.
We all wish for the bright times, where the sun is shining on our skin, the air blowing in our hair, and the flowers gushing with fragrance.
Yet if it was always sunny, the plants would burn, the rivers would dry, and you dear would die.
No one likes the dark. Yet it’s only in the night where we see the stars.
So do not damn the night, where the wolves howl, the wind whispers, and your surroundings go out of sight. For in it, there is calm and serenity.
It’s only in the balance of darkness and light that we could find peace, for immersing in one leads to doom and the other leads to fire.
So honor the dark times for without them there is no meaning to light.