MIRROR, MIRROR… her stream of consciousness speaks:

Feeling of safety
Even when the surrounding is chaotic
Stand by me in faith.
Lets manifest
Deeper and wilder dreams
We have the tools
The drive, ambition
A perfect match
So where’s the Catch?

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Feeling abandoned, my heart breaks
Judgement in times you see me.
Moments no longer present
We no longer matter.
Why jump into a time
You wish you could turn back.
Do it for faith you may say
Have hope, you’ll never leave
will you ever come back?

It began in silence. Not the silence of peace, but the kind that holds its breath before a storm.

A surge. A flicker behind her eyes. Scenes pulsed like lightning across the screen of her mind, like fractals of memory, of places not of this world, she’d never been here before? Her chest thudded once. Twice. “Bah boom… bah boom…” Her heart, no longer beating in rhythm, began to race. The pulse moved right of the heart space… behind it… then again to the right… then out in front. She froze. Something else had taken hold within her. Pressure swelled. Heat roared through her limbs. Her breath clipped short, shallow, urgent. And beneath the storm… She heard her. HER. That hidden self that was ancient, infinite, buried deep inside. Crying. She gasped, stunned by the echo of her own forgotten voice. Something unnatural was going on and yet utterly true, something within was rising. It was time. She surrendered. Tears fell like spectrums, liquid prisms refracting soul. Her body shook as the light poured through her. And then…She screamed “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

A sound that wasn’t just pain.
It was resurrection.
It was memory.
It was power returning.

This was the beginning of remembrance. She was being called to step into herself. The truth of her being. But first she would descend - she couldn’t bypass the profound cleanse.

What felt like 5 minutes, hours had past… She slipped quietly back into the material world, saying nothing of what had just transpired. As if cloaked in secrecy, she moved onward, she would be departing from a place that had fractured her spirit, toward one that whispered promises of rebirth, so she thought. She could ignore her dreams, they echoed like sacred chants: her, her, and her. Nothing, no force, no shadow, could veer her from the path she had inscribed into the stars long before this lifetime.

Next, she would arrive in the City of Angels, a realm said to manifest dreams into reality. She believed this was her break, her moment of rebalancing all her dreams since a young girl, for all she had weathered. The nights she had wandered through were ink-dark, the waters wild and unknowable. But now, with hands on the invisible reins of fate, she was ready to weave her visions into form.

The sacred law of her purpose remained hidden from her for now. Walking with her head held high, as if she was in control, she focused on her material goals. But the cosmos were stirring, and soon, it would reveal itself.

Her ears would ring with a download, he had a message for her. It was the first time she would hear his voice.

“Faith is a discipline. Are you ready to jump baby girl?”

— Father

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MAIA