The chains were real. The silence was heavy. But the prison wasn’t punishment—it was preparation. Joseph wasn’t buried. He was being built.

Stone walls. Shackled men. Silence. Even in Egypt’s darkest prison, Joseph found favor. He interpreted dreams for others—then was forgotten for two long years. But while men forgot his name, God never did.

A lie louder than truth. A cloak turned into evidence. Potiphar’s wife screamed, and the household came running—her rage covering her guilt, her voice spinning the story that would break an innocent man. Joseph’s purity cost him everything. From honor to chains. From favor to a prison cell. But even in the darkest dungeon, God’s hand was still on his life.

The halls were silent. The trap was set. One decision stood between destiny and downfall. Joseph didn’t argue. He didn’t negotiate. He ran. Because sometimes the holiest thing you can do… is get out.