[Latin Chant - reverent, male choir] Vulnera cordis mei revelata sunt, Veritas amara, sed liberans. In tenebris lux oritur, Et catenis fractis, anima mea surgit. [Verse 1 - spoken word, raw, over sparse piano and pads] The care I had for you masked a boy who was never cared for, who believed he would only be loved if he was needed. This care hurt us both— preventing your maturation into the man you could become one day (and I hope that one day you can become), but who is still far from being. Leaving only this inconsequential teenager in his thirties… In the end, when I was no longer necessary, what you called love evaporated, and of everything we lived, nothing good you remembered. That hurt me. [Latin Chant - building intensity, choir expanding] Persona fracta, anima nuda, Dolor meus, medicina mea. Falsum amorem rejicio, Verum me ipsum invenio. [Verse 2 - spoken word, more intense, orchestral swells entering] Unconsciously, I put on my armor, trying to hide the weight of pain and the demons tormenting me. I got used to not having my space, to helping without asking for help, to offering support with nowhere to rest. Deep down, everything I do is because I never accepted that no one came to save me, and my mistake was expecting that from you—that at least your promises would be kept, that you would fight for us. But you were never the guy I thought I had fallen in love with. [Latin Chant - triumphant, powerful, orchestral hits] Ex cineribus phoenix resurget, Ex vulneribus fortitudo nascitur. Non sum victima, sed victor, Non sum servus, sed dominus fati mei. [Verse 3 - spoken word, transformative, vulnerable crescendo building] Today I understand that I still carry within me that wounded boy, who did so much for others and couldn't save himself. He was mistaken—he didn't need to be a hero, just to be loved, to find someone who would hold his hand and choose to stay. Therefore, I repeat: the fault was not entirely yours, but you made things much worse. The trust I built over years was being destroyed little by little, and I diminished myself to fit into your world. Ironically, although I placed upon you the weight of being my savior, you were my apocalypse. And at the end of it all, I found the guy that little boy always waited for. I discovered that only I could save him, that love had to come from within. Finally, I could tell that child: "I've arrived, I'm here, I won't let go of your hand, and if needed, I'll carry you in my arms." Heh... Did I say the end? I take that back—at the beginning of everything, because now we start a new journey… a journey of reconstruction. After all, I cannot leave my little Erê this apocalyptic scenario, and this letter serves only to dissipate the shadows that still persisted in me… and I rebuild with Gratitude. [Latin Chant - reverent resolution, fading to stillness] Gratias ago tibi, dolor meus, Magister vitae, revelator veritatis. Nunc liber sum, nunc integer sum, Et in gratitudine, renascor. [Fade - church bells distant, piano resolving, choir dissolving into silence] [END]

RAINBOW OF SHARDS: The Last Supper