EDEARTS. (OPEN)

Every breath I draw is a testament to Your sovereign mercy, God. For it's You alone who illuminated the corridors of this wandering soul, guiding it toward something worth holding onto. A Consecrated Ode for the Rarest Soul of This Passing Year: Gabrian Hasby. When the flames flicker and the sweetness lingers, let every unspoken yearning ascend toward those who have always believed in you. May the divine shower upon you an abundance so vast it spills into every crevice of your becoming. Let the ink of remembrance trace the silhouette of all you've endured and transcended, rising quietly into something magnificent. Those who encircle you tonight are not merely witnesses. They're the devoted few who perceived the luminescence buried beneath your quietest depths and surrendered themselves willingly to its pull.