What is hope?
Is it the power to make the wildest dreams reality?
Is it a beautiful lie we tell ourselves, just to keep from drowning?
Is it a debt to owe our future self, a vow we cannot afford to break?
Is it the promise of a sunrise, or the bravery to face the long cold night until it ends?
Is it a silent rebellion? An act of defiance in the face of fate?
Is it a blind promise we make to escape reality?
Is it the quiet strength to wait, to endure, when everything inside you is screaming to give up?
Is it the fire that burns within every one of us?
Or... Is it nothing more than the gilded ashes that remain? Fragments of a fire that once burned bright, embers dressed in gold, daring us to believe that even ruin can shine?