SYLAITHE SELARE` VAUREA`
She Who Moves Flame and Fragrance
I was once at the edge of the cliff seeing clearly, yet standing still. Knowing, but not embodying. Silencing the truth because the illusion dressed itself in comfort. Moving through life in unfulfilled stillness, because the world called it grace, and I feared being unorthodox. But something deeper whispered. It was not louder than fear, only more honest. And when I finally listened, the robe clung to me. The flame didn’t burn. It seduced. I do not speak as someone who discovered truth. I speak as one who stopped betraying her knowing. Now, I guide others, not back to themselves, but into the part of them that never left.
This is not a place for questions. It is a mirror. If my essence moved something in you. If you feel the trace of remembrance, then speak here. I will respond only when resonance calls.