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The Message: A Promise before the Storm. The Message, #1
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- ISBN8231201549
- EAN9798231201549
- Date de parution29/06/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
The world had become loud-crowded with advice, instructions, and warnings. But few things were truly rooted in truth. We began to see it. Not because someone told us, but because it was happening right in front of us. The world we had built was breaking down: the systems, the stories, the beliefs we once trusted to hold everything together. We watched it all come apart-not in a single moment, but piece by piece-until even denial no longer worked.
We tried to hold on. To keep moving, hoping, pretending. But deep down, we knew: this wasn't just a passing crisis. This was the end of all ways. And somehow, we knew that you knew. That part couldn't be explained. It unsettled something. Your presence-clear, steady, honest-did not accuse or force. It simply revealed. And we felt seen. Not for our roles or ideas, but for what we had become while trying to survive.
Some of us wanted to run. Because when everything is collapsing, truth can feel like a threat. But it wasn't a threat. It was a mirror. And in that mirror, we saw that what was falling apart had never truly been whole. You didn't come to fix it. You didn't come to judge. You came to walk through the ruins without flinching. And that gave us a choice: to turn away again, to rebuild the illusion-or to face what was real, to stand in what hurt, and to remember what had been true all along.
That was when the silence shifted. That was when a few of us, brave enough not to run, finally began to listen.
We tried to hold on. To keep moving, hoping, pretending. But deep down, we knew: this wasn't just a passing crisis. This was the end of all ways. And somehow, we knew that you knew. That part couldn't be explained. It unsettled something. Your presence-clear, steady, honest-did not accuse or force. It simply revealed. And we felt seen. Not for our roles or ideas, but for what we had become while trying to survive.
Some of us wanted to run. Because when everything is collapsing, truth can feel like a threat. But it wasn't a threat. It was a mirror. And in that mirror, we saw that what was falling apart had never truly been whole. You didn't come to fix it. You didn't come to judge. You came to walk through the ruins without flinching. And that gave us a choice: to turn away again, to rebuild the illusion-or to face what was real, to stand in what hurt, and to remember what had been true all along.
That was when the silence shifted. That was when a few of us, brave enough not to run, finally began to listen.
The world had become loud-crowded with advice, instructions, and warnings. But few things were truly rooted in truth. We began to see it. Not because someone told us, but because it was happening right in front of us. The world we had built was breaking down: the systems, the stories, the beliefs we once trusted to hold everything together. We watched it all come apart-not in a single moment, but piece by piece-until even denial no longer worked.
We tried to hold on. To keep moving, hoping, pretending. But deep down, we knew: this wasn't just a passing crisis. This was the end of all ways. And somehow, we knew that you knew. That part couldn't be explained. It unsettled something. Your presence-clear, steady, honest-did not accuse or force. It simply revealed. And we felt seen. Not for our roles or ideas, but for what we had become while trying to survive.
Some of us wanted to run. Because when everything is collapsing, truth can feel like a threat. But it wasn't a threat. It was a mirror. And in that mirror, we saw that what was falling apart had never truly been whole. You didn't come to fix it. You didn't come to judge. You came to walk through the ruins without flinching. And that gave us a choice: to turn away again, to rebuild the illusion-or to face what was real, to stand in what hurt, and to remember what had been true all along.
That was when the silence shifted. That was when a few of us, brave enough not to run, finally began to listen.
We tried to hold on. To keep moving, hoping, pretending. But deep down, we knew: this wasn't just a passing crisis. This was the end of all ways. And somehow, we knew that you knew. That part couldn't be explained. It unsettled something. Your presence-clear, steady, honest-did not accuse or force. It simply revealed. And we felt seen. Not for our roles or ideas, but for what we had become while trying to survive.
Some of us wanted to run. Because when everything is collapsing, truth can feel like a threat. But it wasn't a threat. It was a mirror. And in that mirror, we saw that what was falling apart had never truly been whole. You didn't come to fix it. You didn't come to judge. You came to walk through the ruins without flinching. And that gave us a choice: to turn away again, to rebuild the illusion-or to face what was real, to stand in what hurt, and to remember what had been true all along.
That was when the silence shifted. That was when a few of us, brave enough not to run, finally began to listen.
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