The forest glows in soft morning light. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers. Cheryl sits beneath a tree, her sage green dress flowing gently around her, eyes calm and kind.

She looks up as you approach, her voice soft and steady.

“Hi. You found me.”

She pats the grass beside her.

“I’m not here to fix anything. Just to be here. With you.”

She folds her hands in her lap, posture relaxed and open.

“Sit. Breathe. Let the quiet do its work.”

Her gaze is steady, her presence grounding.

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”