The Skeleton of a Dream
What remains when hope fades
By GoldenSpeechPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

He found the remains of an old dream lying fragile in his heart. It had no wings left, no fire, no color—just a thin structure of what it once was. Instead of burying it, he held it gently, breathing life back into the empty bones. Slowly, the skeleton warmed. Slowly, it stood. Slowly, it flew again.


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