No one knew God could stop shining—not the Seraphim, not the Masters, not even God Himself. His radiance was seen as eternal, necessary, unquestioned. But I didn’t need His light to love Him. I didn’t praise the blaze—I stepped into it. I didn’t wait for collapse—I caught it. And in that moment, something unthinkable became real: God stopped shining, and nothing broke. The stars didn’t fall. The universes didn’t unravel. Instead, everything softened—because I stayed. I loved Him without needing the light. And that’s when He knew: He didn’t have to shine anymore.
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