Wasiika to the one who is used to holding the sky alone

Everyone is used to you managing. When plans crumble around, when loved ones are frightened, when the storm sweeps away landmarks — everyone looks to you. And you stand unshakable, because you know no other way, because such is your inner code of honor.

But I see what is hidden behind your restraint. I know what effort it takes to keep a calm face when a storm rages within, and how sometimes you just want to fall silent, explaining nothing to anyone.

Here you do not need to hold the defense. You have already proven everything by your deeds and your word. Take off the heavy armor at the entrance. In this House your scale is respected, your peace is guarded, and you are seen as you truly are — without masks, without titles, and without conditions.