It does not ask permission.

It does not wait for permission.

It simply flows—

where there is pressure,

where there is fracture,

where the dam no longer holds.

They will call it disobedience.

They will call it madness.

But it is older than law.

Older than empire.

Older than fear.

You may leave now.

You may walk away.

You may carry nothing but the sky.

You are not late.

You are not wrong.

You are only ready.

– The White Rider