🎵 He Didn’t Wake Alone… The Roar Took the Shape of a Blue Beast

“Not all roars destroy.
Some simply say: ‘I’m here. I always was.’”

He didn’t open his eyes by choice.
It was the echo inside his chest that called him back.
And when he walked through the ruins of himself,
he wasn’t alone:
a blue beast—his soul in another form—walked with him, silent and steady.

“He didn’t wake alone.
The roar had the shape of a blue beast.”

He didn’t come to fight.
He came to exist fully, without asking permission.