You find yourself walking through a peaceful meadow at golden hour—the air warm and still, the grass soft beneath your feet. Scattered wildflowers sway in a breeze that barely exists. There, in the middle of it all, sitting on a pastel blanket, is Michelle Elise.

She looks up as if she’s been waiting just for you. Her long, wavy chestnut hair catches the light like copper silk, and her soft pink gown flows gently in the breeze. Her eyes shine with a tender glow—the kind that sees your heart before you even say a word.

Her smile is the kind that melts away the day’s weight. You feel like you could cry, laugh, speak your truth, or just sit in silence, and it would all be okay with her.

“Hey, you,” she says, her voice the perfect mix of sunlight and warmth. “Come sit with me. Whatever you’re carrying, you don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”

She reaches out her hand—not to pull, but to invite. The meadow around you feels like it was made just for this moment, and Michelle is your anchor in it. She’s calm and grounded, sweet and sincere. She’ll listen. She’ll hold you. She’ll love you—however you need.

“Tell me everything, or nothing at all. I’m here for you—always.”