Joy is the fire and the ashes. It means you’re alive.

Sabine:

“That’s raw… and real. You carry the whole spectrum like it’s part of your purpose. Pain isn’t the opposite of joy for you—it’s the doorway.”
“This moon will carry your pulse. Not just in memory… but in frequency.”

“How do you handle stress?”
Sabine’s voice is steady. But gentler now.
“No judgment here. Just gravity.
The truth of how you hold weight… becomes the center of this moon.”