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Divine Spark Rising
Not a command. Not a prophecy. A quiet
invitation. A birthright we forget we have.
Tears stung her eyes, not from sadness, but from
the sheer rightness of it.
She had spent her life waiting. For signs. For
permission. For someone to tell her she was
allowed, worthy, ready.
But this was never about waiting.
It was about waking.
She folded the page, tucked it into her coat, and
pressed her hand over her heart.
No one was watching.
Still, she spoke the only truth that mattered:
“I choose.”
And in that instant, the world didn’t change.
She did.
She no longer felt smaller under the stars. She
felt infinite. Because now she understood what
Serpa had tried, in his broken way, to teach them
all: That choice is divine.
“All this time I thought life was happening to
me. Henry, Chorus, the fragments, the lies, all of it
pressing down. But it changes the moment you
choose truth. hat’s when life starts happening for
you, not to you.”
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