Across skin and spirit, a quiet thread weaves — not erasing our differences, but stitching them into something greater. Standing together, they are a living tapestry: many histories, many songs, one beating heart. In their shared gaze and open hands, there is no division, only the beauty of belonging — a grace born not of sameness, but of honor, of recognition. Here, on this sacred ground, we remember: we were never meant to walk alone.