When the world is too heavy, and silence is sharp, when shadows stretch longer than the light in your heart—I will be here. Not as a wall to imprison, nor a cage to confine, but a haven, a shield, a love intertwined. My hands are the sky that bends to protect, my strength is the whisper that guards you from wreck. You may bend, you may break, you may weep in the night, but within these hands, you are held in the light. No storm shall reach you, no darkness consume, for in this embrace, there is always room.