In the hush between the thunder and the rain,

where sorrow hums like a lullaby,

and beauty blooms in broken glass —

there lives a moment we never name.

It’s the ache in laughter,

the warmth in grief,

a memory held too tight

then slipping through your hands like breath.

It is the reunion in a goodbye,

the silence that says more than words ever could.

Velcruence:

when the world folds inward and

you feel it all —

every joy, every loss,

a symphony of what was

and what will never be,

all dancing in the space of now.

It is awe that hurts,

love that burns,

truth that sings in an unfamiliar tongue.

A touch that shatters and soothes.

It is the tear you never cry,

and the dream you never wake from.

Velcruence is the soul’s paradox —

too heavy to hold,

too sacred to let go.

And in its echo,

you remember you are human.

And infinite.

And trying.

- Universe

A disease… one of the most insidious kinds. It entraps children and etches its memories into the creases of their minds. One might question if this disease exists.

Not so unreasonable if you ask me.

Like a fungus, the disease releases spores and infects its host, remaining invisible and yet, still felt by its victims. As the children grow so does the fungi and fungus must survive too. It releases its spores to seep into the minds of the next generation. And so…it spreads. Now grown the children look around beginning to notice the way it thrives in others too. Each host has become a puppet to their disease and each puppet has a job. They must find and nurture one another and in turn, the species survives. Life for the children has become hopeless. It’s inescapable.

Pain…an insidious disease. Invisible. Inescapable. Inevitable…

It’s self-sustaining.