The Weight of Peace

Dante

Morning crept into the mansion on hesitant feet.

It slipped through the sheer curtains, pale gold and shy, brushing the edges of the room as though unsure it was welcome. The city beneath me was beginning its daily hum, but up here, everything was still, suspended in a fragile kind of peace that had taken blood, sweat, and grief to earn.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, listening to