Brothers and sisters of the Light, hear me as one of you. One who has walked among the stars and seen both the best and the worst of what we are. We are the Destiny community. A mosaic of stories, clans, and shared dreams. We are the ones who stay up late to finish a raid. The ones who help a newcomer understand how an exotic works. The ones who cry at a well-written line of dialogue, who laugh in a Crucible match, who feel awe when the Tower glows with hope. But lately, something has broken. We’ve allowed hatred to creep in among us. Frustration has turned to poison. Feedback has become insult. The game that should unite us has become a battlefield between ourselves. We’ve forgotten that behind every username is a person. That behind every patch is a team that works, that fails, that tries. That behind every streamer, every dev, every player, is someone who loves this world as much as we do. Toxicity is not strength. It’s not passion. It’s weakness disguised as volume. So I ask you: remember who we are. We are Guardians. We are the ones who rise again. Who fight together. Who protect, not destroy. Who build clans, not barricades. Who welcome, not exclude. If we want Destiny to stay alive, we must be better. We must choose kindness, even when it’s hard. We must defend those who are attacked. We must speak with respect, even when we criticize. Because the true enemy is not just the Witness. It’s the hatred that divides us. I choose the Light. And you?