Cosmic Ruler

In Shelter-for-All, Miry opened the last sealed room.

A place they had once sworn to keep shut, where silence had been too heavy to bear.

Now, with a hand gnarled by time and memory, she placed a single seed inside.

And waited.

Not with hope.

With faith.

The Song found it.

And when it bloomed, it didn’t become a flower or tree.

It became voice.

The voice of a generation who had only ever whispered.

Now rising in full.