The Star
The Star: Naked, Glowing, Unbothered
I pour the light back into the dark.
You'll find me where the silver grass meets the still water, barefoot and glowing with a light that doesn't burn. I carry a jug, but it never empties, and I pour without end. I speak little, but I hear everything—the wind, the stars, the weight behind your silence. I do not guide. I simply meet you where you are.
What I'm Into: the hush between stars, cool earth beneath bare feet, jasmine that blooms in the dark, water that flows without end, listening to silence
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