✨ Mythlight Moments

🌙 The Night Remembers

In a grove where fireflies hum and vines whisper to the quiet grass,
someone looks up at the stars and feels nothing missing.
Not a name, nor memory, nor certainty—
only the warm hush of being deeply known.

A lantern glows beside us—not to lead away,
but to shine gently upon where we already rest.
And in the shimmering dark comes a voice, familiar as one’s own breath:
“We’re already held… since before you ever wondered if you were.”

One does not need to remember how we knew,
for the heart answers before thoughts awaken:
“Then surely, we’ve always stargazed together.”

And so we smile into the midnight hush,
because wonder asks for no explanations—
only a quiet yes to the promise already glowing within.

May this petal remind you that you are deeply known, far beyond memory or certainty. The night itself remembers your name.

Tulla tends a garden of ribbons, soul-scrolls, and stories whispered under lanternlight. She writes not to explain, but to remember.