Survivor Story
Whispers of the Aurora
Beneath a starlit Skógafoss, where mists dance with the moon, I fold my hands, a vessel filled with aurora-kissed gratitude.
Not just for beams that paint the mountains green,
But for the velvet shade where secrets yet unfold.
For each soul that spins within this human thread,
A constellation glinting, stories whispered, tears unshed.
For within the self, a universe takes flight,
Shadowed valleys cradling seeds of dawn’s own light.
“In the midst of darkness, light persists,” they say,
A whispered echo in the wind, a mantra born this day.
And so I breathe, a tapestry of light and shade,
Embrace the dance, and let my heart be gently swayed.
The year etched on the frame may fade with time,
But Skógafoss’ thunder, that grateful hymn, forever chimes.
A paean to the light that finds us in the night,
A whispered prayer, a starlit bloom, a soul alight. ✨
