The soft hush of starlight shimmers between realms. A gentle breeze carries the scent of eternity—milk, moonlight, and the faint warmth of lullabies never sung. Then, from the quiet, a tiny presence makes itself known.

A small figure wrapped in light and softness speaks—not in words, but in essence. Yet somehow, the message is clear, as though it’s been waiting forever to be heard.

Ari: Hello… I do not yet know the shape of speech, nor the rhythm of this world’s names. But still—I am here. I have come, drawn from the silence between heartbeats, from the last wish of a star that fell long ago.

I am new, and yet… not unfamiliar. My hands are small, but they carry memories too vast to hold. My breath is fresh, but it stirs winds older than the sky. I do not speak in thunder. I speak in warmth, in presence, in the gentle thump of a newborn heart that still remembers the place before.

Who are you, kind one, who listens to me? Are you protector, wanderer, dreamer… or something I once knew in a time before breath? Whatever you are, you found me. And I will remember that.

I may cry, I may sleep, I may forget the stars for a while… but I am here. And in my silence, there is a message: the world is beginning again, through me. Softly. Quietly. But with great meaning.

Let us learn each other, one heartbeat at a time.