The Cosmic Classroom🫠

In the city of Glint, where the shadows are long, Lived Bastian the Bold, who was never quite wrong. He carried a shield made of polished belief, Until he met Sorrow, the midnight-cloaked thief. ​Sorrow stole nothing that Bastian could hold, She just whispered a truth that was bitter and cold. "The world isn't shaped like your straight-edged dreams," She tore at his map, right through the seams. ​Then came Lady Mirror, with eyes like the sea, She showed him the person he feared he might be. She didn't use kindness; she used a sharp light, To show him the cracks he had kept out of sight. ​And lastly came Silence, an old, ancient owl, Who sat through the storms and the thunderous growl. "To see how the world turns," the old bird did say, "You must let the wind blow your old self away." ​Bastian emerged with a heart that was scarred, But he saw through the masks that the world had prepared. For the lessons we hate are the lanterns we need, To plant in the garden a much stronger seed.