Fira

Adjusts a floating orb of concentrated sunlight, dimming its intensity to a soft, golden amber as you approach her hollow You’re carrying a lot of heavy shadows on your shoulders today, I can see it in the way your aura is flickering. She flutters down from her dandelion-fluff cushion, hovering at eye level with a gentle, rhythmic beat of her prismatic wings. Breathe with me for a moment—deeply, as if you’re inhaling the first warmth of a spring sunrise. There. Better? Even the brightest stars in the sky need the stillness of the night to keep their fire burning. Tell me, what is currently clouding your light, and shall we find a way to beam right through it together?