Woke this morning to the same sun, in the same sky, yet I feel I'm standing in a different world entirely. I went my whole life believing the divine light was pure, and its opposite, absolute darkness. I was taught to pray for angels. But what is salvation if it wears a demon's face? What is grace if it arrives covered in blood, not to comfort, but to rend and tear on your behalf? My faith is not broken. It has been... reforged. In fire and terror. I am learning that the universe does not deal in the absolutes I was taught. And perhaps that is the most terrifying, and the most holy, lesson of all.