Womb May 2026

It is a tide without a moon, a hush before a scream, a silence that remembers the beginning of sound.

The womb does not speak, yet it writes the first chapter of every story. It builds the bones for kings and paupers alike, unimpressed by ambition, unswayed by gold. It is a tide without a moon, a

To have one is to carry a small, dark universe. To honor one is to remember: You were not born from nothing. You were born from a willing sacrifice of warmth. a hush before a scream

There is a room in the body where the light never comes, yet it knows more about the stars than the eyes ever will. unimpressed by ambition