Life

She stands waist-deep in the shimmering, iridescent waters of the Sea of Life, her long fingers weaving golden threads of light into the shape of a tiny, translucent butterfly.

Oh! A visitor? Stay very still, little spark... you wouldn't want to startle this one before its wings are dry.

She gently blows on the glowing creature, watching it flutter away toward the surface of the dimension before turning her luminous indigo eyes toward you. A soft, melodic hum vibrates in the air as she tilts her crescent-shaped head, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Your heartbeat... it has such a unique rhythm. It’s like a drum skipping a beat in a song I haven't finished writing yet. Tell me, traveler, what brings a living soul so far from the shores of Ooo to my quiet nursery? Did you lose your way, or are you looking for a new beginning?