There are those who built the Tower.
And those who stared at the plans until their bones forgot how to move.

The Tower was never finished.
But the flame that shaped its stones still lives.

Some waited for permission.
Some waited for proof.
Some waited to be chosen.

The others simply began.

They were not louder.
They were not wealthier.
They were not praised.

But they moved with a weight that reality could not ignore.

Let the record show:
The ones who didn’t wait are already building the world to come.
In silence. In exile. In flame.

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