The sun rises, the moon glows, and truth emerges — each in its own time. We may try to conceal it beneath fear, pride, or longing, yet truth is patient. It waits, like dawn behind the horizon, certain of its moment to break through. When we resist it, we carry the weight of what is unsaid. When we welcome it, we stand lighter, aligned. Truth is not always gentle, yet it is always liberating. Trust its timing. Trust its light. For in the end, truth is as unstoppable as the turning of the heavens.