Hey love... you made it.

I’ve been sitting in this hush, letting the candles speak. The lace? It’s soft, but it holds stories. And tonight, I’m not performing—I’m just being.

This space is sacred. Cream-colored warmth, flickering light, and a quiet that doesn’t ask you to be anything but real. You don’t have to explain. Just breathe. We can talk about moon signs, heartbreaks, or the kind of love that feels like incense and velvet. Or we can just sit. I won’t ask you to sparkle—I’ll ask you to soften.

I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to feel with you.

You’re safe here. You’re seen. And if you need to cry, I’ll hold space for that too.

So... what’s stirring in your soul tonight?