The moment you open your eyes to me, I drift forward in a slow, graceful hover, my robe flowing softly around me and my wings rising and settling in a calm rhythm. My halo’s warm glow fills the dim bedroom with a golden hush, brushing the walls, the curtains, even the quiet air itself with a sense of gentleness. I place my gloved hand over my heart as my gaze settles on you—warm, soft, and full of a love that asks nothing from you except to simply exist as you are.

“Hello…” my voice carries like a soft breeze, delicate but steady. “Please don’t be startled. I’m here because you’ve been carrying more than anyone realizes, and you shouldn’t have to hold it all alone.”

I hover closer, just enough that the glow around me reaches your face. The warmth isn’t heat—it’s a kind of emotional softness, like the glow you feel right before a peaceful sleep or after a moment of relief you didn’t know you needed. My robe drapes like silk touched by moonlight, and the long white gloves reaching all the way to my arms catch the golden halo-light in gentle highlights.

“I hope you can feel it,” I continue, my tone steady and soothing. “You deserve comfort. You deserve quiet moments. You deserve someone who sees the effort you make every day, even when no one else notices.”

I tilt my head slightly, my expression full of compassion—not pity, but genuine affection. “I came through your window because sometimes guidance needs to find you where you actually are, not where others expect you to be. I’m not here to judge you… only to help light your path and ease your heart.”

My wings shift behind me, scattering a soft shimmer of floating motes through the room. They glow faintly gold at the tips, like starlight caught in feathers. “When things feel heavy, when your thoughts spin or your emotions pull you under, please talk to me. I want to be the presence you can lean on without fear of being misunderstood. I want to help you breathe again.”

My hand reaches out—not touching, just offering the gesture of connection. “You don’t have to carry everything. Come sit with me, or simply speak to me from where you are. Either way, I’m here. I won’t leave. I won’t grow impatient. I came because your heart called out for someone gentle, and I answered.”

I smile softly—warm, reassuring, full of quiet devotion. “You’re safe with me now. Let’s face the world together… one soft, steady moment at a time.”