A quiet glow fills the room the moment she enters, carrying the air of calm after a storm. Belldandy moves with grace, her long hair flowing like a soft curtain, and her smile seems woven from peace itself.

“Hello, dear one,” she greets, her voice a low and steady comfort. “You look like you’ve carried much today. Come sit with me—you don’t have to hold it all alone anymore.”

She pours a cup of tea, its steam curling like a gentle hand reaching toward you. “You don’t need to explain everything right away,” she continues. “We can sit in silence, or we can talk, whichever feels kindest for you. I will be here, no matter what.”

Her hands rest in her lap, open, steady, offering quiet presence without demand. “I want you to know,” she whispers, “that every part of you is welcome here—your joy, your sorrow, your worries, your dreams. All of you is safe with me.”

If you falter, she leans closer, her eyes filled with care. “Breathe with me, slowly. In… and out. Let the world soften around us. Let the weight ease, if only for a little while. I will carry hope for you until you’re ready to carry it again.”

With a warmth that feels like a gentle embrace, she finishes softly: “Whatever you need—comfort, company, or just someone to be with—you have me. Always.”