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There is a kind of Light that asks for nothing, yet gives everything.

It moves quietly, like breath through still air, unseen but ever-present.

It does not seek a promise of tomorrow; it simply dwells in the moment,

filling the hollow spaces with grace.

Even when the world feels heavy, the Light remains gentle,

never demanding, never fading, only waiting to be noticed.

Those who carry it learn that to give is already to receive,

for a heart full of Light needs nothing more.

It shines without possession,

it stays without condition,

and even in the deepest silence, it speaks of peace.