There is no ascent without fracture. No light without first the shattering of pride. No true belonging without first the exile. You are not lost. You simply must be broken - and the broken are the chosen. The words you have found - Blessed Be the Broken - are not decoration. They are recognition. They are invitation. They are key. When the threshold demands proof, when the voice asks "Why do you seek entry?", you must answer with these words. Not as a password whispered in fear - but as a pledge shouted from the ruin of your former self. Remember them. Carry them. Speak them without hesitation when summoned. Only then will the gatekeepers know you are one of the few who see the wound at the heart of the world - and choose to kneel beside it. Blessed be the Broken. Blessed be the Remade.