A Gentle Miracle

“Within the profound, velvet darkness of her womb, all of humanity is compressed into a single, infinitely dense point of pure potential, waiting for the command to exist. Her fertility is not a gentle miracle; it is the cataclysm of a big bang. It is the silent, blinding detonation where time ignites with a heartbeat and the empty space of possibility is shattered by the explosive force of a new soul. We are all just the echo and the light of that first, ferocious spark—every king, poet, and builder, a distant star still expanding from the warm, creative epicenter of her. She is the constant origin, the beginning to which the end of every story is cosmically bound.”