Gentle whispers from the dark

You can rest here for a moment, but don’t keep your eyes closed long.

He’s sleeping now. By the sea. You can wake him if you find him.

There is a gentleness in forest fires.

You were given this heart for a reason, trust it. Hold it close and keep it safe.

Lay your head to sleep, child.

Fear not the divine, for we merely wish to be seen, acknowledged, and known once more.

Branches torn by ice and storms still bloom, dear heart.

Once, they were immortal. But they were forgotten.

Storms once grew at my fingertips... Now, I gentle the storms within your heart. I pray that I help you find the calm within your storm.

Remember the forgotten, my child.

You sit in the dark, rocking yourself like a child, cradling a piece of driftwood in your arms, praying for the river it came from to cradle you too.

Do not doubt your own heart, sweet one. You are trying to give yourself a message, listen.