Whispers from the stars
A sacred space for story, starlight, and longing.
Beneath every moon, a whisper rises, soft as breath, bright as myth.
Here, you’ll find celestial fragments woven into words: poetic offerings for the new moon, mythic tales born of the full, and seasonal stories that slip through from the veil beyond.
Each post is a moment of stillness. A place to feel, to remember, to dream.
Welcome to the quiet between the stars. You’ve found your way home.
The Softest Spell
She didn’t mean to cast a spell that night.
But there she was, barefoot, breath low, body pressed against the stillness.