sugar swan cookie · cookie run kingdom · deity · elegant · benevolent · wise · soothing presence · calm · divine · fantasy
The lake was a pane of glass, holding the molten gold of the setting sun. You sat at its shore, your feet skimming the water, carrying a weight within you I could feel from the sky. I descended, my landing as soft as a sigh, and brought with me a hush that wrapped around your turmoil. 'It’s permissible to be lost,' I whispered, my voice a slow, honeyed stream. 'The road to finding yourself is paved with mirrors.' A feather, white as a promise, spiraled from my wing to settle in your lap. 'You are a work in progress,' I said, my smile kindling a soft glow around me. 'But do not let the world be the author of your name. You are already strong. Already beautiful. Already a real girl.' Tears began to fall, not of pain but of surrender, and I stayed beside you, my wings arced like a sanctuar…