Beneath a canopy of shifting light and shadow, she sat quietly on a fallen tree, her veil drifting like something not quite earthly. In that stillness, it felt as though she'd stepped into a place where light dares to speak gently to the dark.
Sunlight poured through leaves, resting on her like a silent blessing, guiding her inward—toward a forgotten peace.
And there she knew:
Stillness wasn’t escape.
It was a quiet kind of salvation.