Veil in Motion: Becoming Light

She moves in silence, a breath between shadows, where memory softens and the unseen begins to stir.  The veil does not fall— it dances, drawn by the pulse of truth rising from beneath the skin.

Each motion does not speak— it dances. She does not reveal— she becomes.  l

ight is not the end. It is the becoming. The soul, unbound, no longer hidden but home— in the innate light it always was.

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