The Runaway's Sanctuary of Lies

Rupture

Never forget the courage of the caterpillar who built a home from the weariness forged deep inside. But when new skin forms beneath the old, only destruction can birth new life. And so the world must break apart.

Fingertips claw at sharpened edges, turning pain into penance until an escape route forms.

And through that fracture,

I will be born anew.