They said the old world had broken down. Under the heavy weight of silence and greed, Yet, new countries formed from the ruins of collapsed empires. A new empire was starting to emerge.
It was not created through violence or stained with blood. Instead, it was built by hands that had once been ignored. The dreamers, the healers, and those who had been hurt. They united, filled with pride and energy.
There was no throne to occupy, no crowns to don, It drew strength from each individual.
They moved forward, not aiming to control or enslave anyone. Instead, to uplift, bring together, and heal. A place where every individual was acknowledged, Where bravery and peace coexisted.
This is the empire that emerged from struggle. When kindness paves the way forward, A legacy not led by rulers. But by the people who endured hardship.