Echo the North Star

It starts with that one voice refusing to remain quiet. One serving as an obstruction to compassion’s deconstruction. One that’s a brass-knuckled fist in the face of malevolence. One shredding the hollow dark into ribbons of incandescent everything. It starts with that one voice and leads to many. Voices crying out all this pain and injustice is not a way to live. Voices that are X’s marking the spot where promises refuse to break. Voices echoing the North Star and the safest way home.

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