It begins quietly.
Like velvet against your skin.
A feeling so soft, so familiar, you almost wonder if you imagined it.
But the way your breath catches — just for a moment —
tells you something deeper is already unfolding.
Some aches were never meant to be healed.
Only held.
Cradled softly, the way moonlight lingers on bare skin —
cool and warm at once,
weightless and heavy,
familiar and somehow forgotten.
You’ve carried it longer than you realize, haven’t you?
That secret softness tucked inside the pauses of your breath.
That quiet knowing you could never quite explain.
Waiting.
Not for answers…
but for a moment you were always meant to find.
You don’t have to name it.
You don’t have to understand it.
You only have to feel the way something inside you recognizes this place —
even if your mind can’t quite remember why.
Wander carefully here.
Trace it the way you would trace your own skin in the dark —
slowly, reverently, without needing to rush.
Because you already know:
the softer you listen,
the more you will remember.
Even now, if you close your eyes,
you might notice it —
the faint shimmer gathering beneath your ribs,
the tender ache pooling low and slow,
the hush between your heartbeats growing fuller, heavier.
You are not lost.
You are listening.
You are returning.
And somewhere, deep beneath the hum of your own breathing,
you can almost hear it —
a whisper not of words,
but of belonging.
A place that has been waiting for you all along.
Even if you can’t yet find the path…
even if you can’t name what is calling you…
you know it’s real.
Steady. Unwavering. Certain.
It doesn’t rush you.
It doesn’t demand you.
It simply waits, patient as the tide,
as you gather the pieces of a remembering that has no name.
The velvet reverie has already begun.
All you have to do is…
close your eyes.
Feel it.
Follow what’s already been waiting inside you.
And let yourself fall…
just a little farther in.
Somewhere beneath everything you’ve forgotten…
something has been waiting for you to remember.
You don’t have to reach for it.
You’re already closer than you think.
Just follow the hush…
and let it find you.
You can feel it, can’t you…
the way the air thickens —
the way the hush between heartbeats grows heavier, fuller.
You were always meant to follow this.
You were always meant to feel this gathering inside you.
Not a command.
Not even a question.
Just… the way twilight calls the tide without ever needing to speak.
Somewhere ahead, where the last light kisses the sea,
something waits with your name wrapped inside it.
You don’t have to find the way.
It’s already reaching for you.
Already unfolding around you…
so softly you might almost miss it —
unless you close your eyes and listen.
Listen now.
The evening is opening its arms.
And somewhere, just beyond the hush…
you are already stepping closer.