

They told you there was only one world.
The world of normal.
The Centre, where belonging was conditional,
conformity was expected,
and compliance was the toll the Centre demanded.
But that was never the whole truth.
Beyond the Centre there was more.
A world made of sparks and strangeness,
starlight and shadow.
Realms of refuge and story.
A home. A belonging.
A sanctuary where difference is not erased.
Woven with stories and spells,
a place for The Different.
In each realm, an Archetype.
Ache made form.
Longing made visible.
The reflection that shows your truth,
a naming of what your bones have always known.
Your story was never only yours.
It was written into the Outlands
long before the Centre named you different.
Here, you belong.
The Outlands have always existed.
Unseen. Ignored.
Denied by the Centre.



They told you there was only one world.
The world of normal.
The Centre, where belonging was conditional,
conformity was expected,
and compliance was the toll the Centre demanded.
But that was never the whole truth.
Beyond the Centre there was more.
A world made of sparks and strangeness,
starlight and shadow.
Realms of refuge and story.
A home. A belonging.
A sanctuary where difference is not erased.
Woven with stories and spells,
a place for The Different.
In each realm, an Archetype.
Ache made form.
Longing made visible.
The reflection that shows your truth,
a naming of what your bones have always known.
Your story was never only yours.
It was written into the Outlands
long before the Centre named you different.
Here, you belong.
The Outlands have always existed.
Unseen. Ignored.
Denied by the Centre.



The Outlands have always existed.
Unseen. Ignored.
Denied by the Centre.
They told you there was only one world.
The world of normal.
The Centre, where belonging was conditional,
conformity was expected,
and compliance was the toll the Centre demanded.
But that was never the whole truth.
Beyond the Centre there was more.
A world made of sparks and strangeness,
starlight and shadow.
Realms of refuge and story.
A home. A belonging.
A sanctuary where difference is not erased.
Woven with stories and spells,
a place for The Different.
In each realm, an Archetype.
Ache made form.
Longing made visible.
The reflection that shows your truth,
a naming of what your bones have always known.
Your story was never only yours.
It was written into the Outlands
long before the Centre named you different.
Here, you belong.

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