The dark season is a perfect mirror — for yourself and for those around you.

The dark season is a perfect mirror — for yourself and for those around you.
How do you behave when the world grabs you by the throat?
What becomes your true priority — what are you willing to do, what are you capable of, just to draw one more breath of that precious air (or whatever resource you crave)?

And how does the one beside you act when you’re already gasping, turning dark from the lack of life in your veins?
Will they help you, support you, shield you, maybe even offer you an “oxygen mask”?
Or will they turn away because you’re no longer interesting when you have nothing to give?
Or worse — will they start clawing at you for the last bits of your remaining energy, thinking, “You won’t need it anyway — and I’m still alive, so what’s the harm?”

The dark time is merciless.
It strips you of people, possessions, feelings, hopes, and illusions.
It wounds — but it also purifies. It scrapes you clean, raw and bleeding, through screams, pain, and the bitter “I can’t” and “I don’t want to.”
It tears down every defense, every plug, every barrier.
It demolishes towers and bridges alike, leaving only a straight path into the cold mists of winter.

So light your fires.
Dispel the fog.
Warm yourself with those who remain beside you — despite your pain, your cry, and your darkness.
Here and now — only one truth remains!