Transmutation- L

“Transformation is not light.
It waits for the dark.”

By day—

everything appears intact.

Form.
Control.
A surface that holds.

Nothing seems broken.

Nothing demands attention.

But beneath—

something has already begun.

A slow undoing.

A silent fracture.

What once defined
no longer fits.

What once held
no longer aligns.

The body knows it
before the mind accepts it.

There is no return.

Only movement.

And then—

the light fades.

What was hidden
refuses to stay hidden.

Fragments awaken.

Scattered reflections
begin to glow.

Not whole.

Not perfect.

But real.

The image dissolves.

The truth appears.

Because transformation
does not happen
in what is seen—

It happens
in what reveals itself
when everything else disappears.

She moves forward.

Not ready.

Not certain.

But unable
to remain the same.

What she carries
is not only life—

but change.

Irreversible.

And when it fully emerges—

it will not ask
who she was.

Only

who she is willing
to become
in the dark.