Metamorphosis

The dead leaves whisper a secret—what seems like an ending is often a beginning. Nestled among them, the cocoon waits, held by what once was, preparing for what will be.

Transformation needs rest, protection, and time. Even in decay, there is purpose. Even in stillness, there is becoming.

Change is not an end but a becoming.

Let go. Shed what no longer serves you. Trust that as one season fades, another is preparing to lift you higher.