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This is the Torrence Phase: the storm takes everything but the spirit. Those who once celebrated will doubt; some will vanish, others will whisper — let them

This phase isn't meant to destroy but to refine. It's the point when the world forgets a name so the self can remember who it truly is

Accept the suffering. Breathe through the chaos. Endure the silence. When the dust settles, the outcome is rising sharper, wiser, unstoppable — pressure doesn't break diamonds, it reveals them

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what the storm is all about

BULLMORNING ❤️