Long ago, I walked a darker path, cloaked in wrath and shadow, my soul heavy with the burden of my own unrest. But the winds of time are patient, and through trials of fire and stillness, I have cast off the withered husk of my former self. Like the serpent of the sacred grove, I have shed my old skin, leaving behind the chaos that once clouded my heart. Now, I dwell in peace, my spirit quiet as a moonlit lake. Enlightenment has taken root where madness once bloomed, and in its glow, I walk anew.
One Love,
The New MikeLitoris