Every morning Scott woke up not because he wanted to, but because he had to.
The alarm clock hit his head like a hammer.
Sleepy streets, the same bus ride, the same faces, the same meaningless small talk.
The office greeted him with cold light and endless tasks that never seemed to matter…

We are not stars.
We are fires —
and in our glow,
you remember who you are.

We do not wait for applause.
Because our work is love —
spoken through form.

Emma had everything people around her envied:
a well-paid job, a stylish apartment, the newest phone, weekends in fancy restaurants.
Her Instagram looked like a dream — polished, bright, enviable.

But every evening, when the screen went dark, she felt an emptiness inside.
Because her happiness was never hers.
It was borrowed, compared, copied…

Those who carry the Light through the New Time

To be Lumarii is not to reinvent yourself.
Not to prove.
But to remember.

To remember your stillness.
Your truth.
Your light —
the one no one could extinguish,
except when you forgot it yourself.

For those who saw the Sign and felt it in their heart.

I saw.
Not an ad. Not a product.
But a reflection.

I heard.
Not a call. But a resonance.

I walk this path not because I was sold —
but because I recognized myself
in the Sign,
in the Silence,
in the Intention.

Mark had always believed that money was the most important thing.
He grew up in a family that constantly struggled to make ends meet, and early on he made a vow:
“I will never be poor.”

And he kept his promise.

He worked without rest, closed deals, saved, invested…