"Lacrimae Caeli"

Nothing holds back anymore.
No resistance, no uprising, only a quiet, endless surrender.
As if something carried for far too long is finally allowed to fall.
Layer by layer, the tension dissolves, not in violence, but in a silent, exhausting honesty.

It is not a dramatic collapse.
It is permission.

A state where even what once felt unbreakable no longer needs to remain strong.
Where grief is not explained, it simply exists.
And within that falling, something unexpected appears:
not weakness, but truth