Amidst space and time,
at the crossroads of fate and will,
a triangle takes form
unchanging, irreplaceable,
an eternal shape that holds meaning.

At its peak stands Identity,
a pillar untouched by mortal hands,
not merely a name etched in the world,
but a soul rooted deep within the cosmos.
None can erase it,
none can replace it.

At its base, two corners whisper,
opposing yet embracing each other.

Rulesthe pillar that shapes our steps,
carving paths with steadfast principles,
guiding us into structured order,
leading us toward clarity.

Yet look, on the other side,
Freedom speaks in a gentle voice,
dancing between unseen boundaries,
not mere defiance,
not simply rejection of order,
but logic singing in harmony with emotion,
choosing its own path when rules fall silent.

There are no rules without freedom,
no freedom without rules,
they are two flames in a single torch,
illuminating the road in eternal balance.

So live like a triangle,
stand tall with your identity,
walk steadily between rules and freedom,
for life is not about choosing one,
but dancing between both,
until you find true meaning.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 967 AF.