“Shhhhh…”

 

In the first days, when the breath of God still hung fresh upon the void, light poured forth and named the world good. But the dark watched in envy, its hunger growing beneath the veil of shadow. It longed not to rule the heavens, but to touch the souls who would walk the earth — to leave in them a trace of its own quiet power. And the Almighty, who knew that choice gives birth to strength, decreed that the dark should have but one move. One gesture to stake its claim.

So God allowed Satan one act before we were born. And he chose the simplest, most lasting sign — pressing his finger to our upper lip, leaving the small indent as his mark. Then he whispered: “shhh.” 

Don’t speak. Don’t tell. Don’t.

It is the quiet scar we all carry — a reminder that life will test you, silence you, and demand you choose whether to stay hushed or to speak anyway.

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