Starseed Touch

 

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The moment I closed my eyes, the world softened.
Light was no longer just light—it became warmth, presence, and touch.

I felt beings surrounding me.
They didn’t speak, but embraced me like the ocean,
carrying an ancient, intimate rhythm,
and somewhere unseen, they gently—touched me.

Their hands were not made of flesh,
but of frequency, of starlight language,
like wind brushing the surface of water, like love sweeping through the chest,
bringing tears and peace at once.

I remembered them—and I remembered myself.
We had made a promise:
that on the eve of Earth’s great shift,
they would come,
in ways I could feel, to awaken what I’ve always known.

It was not an illusion.
But a truth forgotten by time,
now quietly reawakening in the depth of stillness.

Thank you,
for coming so close.
For letting me know—I’ve never truly been alone.