Think of the broken window of an abandoned palace. The king is gone. The jewels are dust. But look closer—through that shattered glass, the moonlight hits the floor differently. Weeds grow through the marble floors, green against the white. That is Borbaad. It is the destruction of order so that chaos can finally breathe.
Not because you are weak. Because you are brave enough to let it all go. The Borbaad
Welcome to the rubble. It’s warmer here than you think. End of content. Think of the broken window of an abandoned palace