A soft, beating heart hovers above the dark foreground. It is a patchwork heart, a heart of many lifetimes, of many hard-won battles, a survivor of so much darkness. Gold gilds the edges, where the cracks used to be, symbolizing the beauty of resilience, of existing despite all the things. Gold shimmers above it, like the blur of a hummingbird's wings, a tiny angel in disguise. And if you tilt it just so, away from the light, a message emerges, hidden but for the eyes they were meant for. Sweet assurance of a love that knows no bounds, it is felt from across the veil. Somewhere, in the distance, the noise of the city roars on. But here, in this