She wandered Terra in silence first Bare feet touching soil not yet named, Breath blending with winds not yet heard. The world was wild, but she was wilder still. Forests knew her. Mountains watched. Waters whispered her name in glacial tongues. And then.. One night, beneath a sky untouched by fear, she sang. Not with words, but with frequencies older than creation. A resonance of memory and matter, a hymn from the stars she left behind. I am the echo of home undone The bridge between the light and stone I call the sky to open wide To spill the fire of stars unknown From her lips flowed ribbons of light Turquoise, violet, rose-gold flame. They danced across the sky like serpents of the void, curling, coiling, weaving story in color. The first aurora. She wove it. She remembered it into being. Aurora, child of breath and flame Carved from light that has no name I bring the stars to sleep and rise The dawn within these mortal skies She gave it as a gift. A memory held in light. And though the aurora faded with the sun, it never truly left. It lives in the bones of the planet. It lives in the bones of you.
