What if perception had texture? Or memory?

What if auras had a body of its own?

Everything is felt before it is known.
Shaped by heat, glass holds what is both fragile and ephemeral — just like our human existence.
A breath that gives form.
The flame of life, crystallizing the present, the essential.
The ethereal brought into physicality.
Where the invisible finds surface, it vibrates in your presence —
like a soul-creature would.

Feathers speak the wisdom between the ethereal and earthly — protectors, guides, echoes of the spirit.
Light within, light through.
The energy expands.
In silence, it remembers.
I allow myself to craft a map of intimate whispers, to never be forgotten.