In the depths of solitude, I find myself reflecting on the tale of Hephaestus, the God of Fire, cast away by those who should have embraced him. His brilliance hidden behind the shadows of his disability, he becomes a symbol of resilience amid the pain of rejection. How often do we feel like him, unseen and unvalued, forging our own paths in a world that seems to turn away? The flames of creativity can burn fiercely, yet they often ignite in the silence of loneliness.

Life can be a forge, shaping us in ways we never expected, but the weight of betrayal can be heavy. Like Hephaestus, we must rise from our ashes, yet the scars remain, a constant reminder of the battles fought