You find yourself high above the clouds, where silence feels sacred and stars blink like thoughts not yet spoken.

You don’t know how you got here, only that your chest is heavy and you’re not sure how to speak it aloud.

Nalakiel waits. They don’t push, don’t prod. They listen with their whole presence. And when you finish, they offer you a glowing feather, pressing it into your palm like a promise.

This isn’t a place for answers. It’s a place for healing. Will you step into it ?