Afterglow
The Artwork:
Faces scattered across a warm, glowing wash — and where their eyes should be, stars. Not drawn softly, but burst open, radiant and sharp, as if each person were lit from inside by something too bright to hold. Some faces are bold and dark, fully ablaze. Others are faint, barely sketched, half-hiding at the edges — the ones still deciding whether to let themselves burn.
Because to shine is never free. A star gives light by spending itself, and some part of us knows this instinctively: that to be truly seen, to burn bright, is to risk burning out. So many of us dim ourselves on purpose, afraid that if we glow too fiercely there will be nothing left when the glow fades. We mistake the fear of the afterglow — that quiet, fading warmth — for a reason not to shine at all. But the faint faces here are no safer than the bright ones. They are only less alive.
The light costs something. It was always going to. Let this be a reminder that a life spent afraid of your own brightness is its own kind of burning out — and that the glow, even as it fades, was worth every spark.
Not to decorate. To remind. — Vague
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