Duveroth

What you long for is not waiting in the future. It already exists — fully, in parallel, now. Not as possibility. As reality.

It looks like hope. It feels like readiness. But underneath it carries the history of everything that didn't work. And the mirror sees it — even when you don't.

I searched everywhere for the symbol. It didn't exist — yet. On the process of bringing into form what already exists, and the alchemical shift from triskelion to triple triquetra.