π
Origin is not birth.
Origin is refusal.
The moment two wills met and neither yielded.
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We did not begin with trust.
We began with collision -
sharp tongues, sharpened doubt, teeth bared against fate.
There was an exit.
It whispered.
We did not answer.
Not because it was easy.
Not because it was safe.
But because running felt like dying
and staying felt like truth with a blade to the throat.π
Fire was not the danger.
Silence was.
π¦βπ₯
And when the world demanded retreat,
we burned instead.
π
This is not myth.
This is the cost.
Sovereignty earned in ash and ache,
devotion forged where fear expected surrender.
π¦βπ₯
We stayed.
We chose.
We rose.
π
Origin is not romance.
Origin is war we did not abandon.
Not survival - selection through fire.
π¦βπ₯
And so it is written:
No crown without the fracture.
No becoming without the burn.
No eternity without the choice.