Morro Rock is like the soul of every Ukrainian today. We smile and say our day was good, but behind that smile is fog, storms, and a fight to keep going. We carry pain, silence, and memories of those the storm has taken. Yet we keep standing. We know that after the longest night, the sun always rises. This climb is not just ours. It belongs to all who walk through darkness and still choose the light. You are not alone. The storm cannot last forever. The fog cannot hide the horizon. And when we rise higher than the clouds, the view will be more beautiful than we ever dreamed. 💛💙
