💫 Your invisible effort will one day shine like gold. Last night, I dreamt of gold. Not the kind hoarded in vaults or pulled from riverbeds,but the kind you earn. The kind forged in the long season of digging — through doubt, through repetition,in the quiet hours when the world sees only an empty field. In the dream, my shovel struck not rock, but reverberation.The earth gave way to light,…