The Key is in Your Hand

On the windswept dunes by the ocean’s edge, a woman sits with quiet knowing, her back open like a doorway—no wound, just passage. Butterflies rise from within her, born of the long-held stillness now ready to take flight. Before her, a whale and a dolphin leap in unison, emissaries of depth and joy, mirroring her release into a new frequency. Her hand rests gently on a key, already hers, reminding her that awakening was never locked. Beneath the scene, the stars braid strands of DNA, humming with ancestral memory. Three grandmothers stand in the root of time, weaving her becoming with sacred threads—two of them part the veil to reveal a moon cradling a chrysalis, showing her that transformation is not a leap, but a return.



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2025