[Female] Ael na… Sora na… Veliûn sharâ… Velarûn… Velarûn… Moon above her, earth below, little ember, softly glow. Before the crown, before the name, somewhere in silence she kept her flame. Luneth sora, veli ma, selvar open, setha ra. Lay down the sorrow held in your hands. Daughter of morning, here you can land. She learned to listen before she spoke, carried the water, carried the smoke. Read every room through a trembling skin, left her own doorway to let others in. Small were the places they offered her fire. Quiet the price they placed on desire. Still in the marrow, beneath every scar, something kept singing: Remember you are. Ael in breathûn. Ael in bonar. Sora lumara. Veliûn thara. She is the temple. She holds the key. She is the woman she came here to be. Root in the darkness, face to the sky, she gathers the child she once left behind. Velarûn… Velarûn… Come to the warmth. Come to the room. Nothing to earn here, nothing to prove. Lay down your armor. Your heart may move. Mora selva, mora rin, let the lost laughter come home again. Let there be softness under her ribs. Let there be pleasure in how she lives. She was the girl who swallowed her no, smiled through the winter, learned not to show. Now when the old fear arrives at her door, she sits with its trembling and asks it for more. What did you carry? Who let you fall? What did you need when nobody called? I will not hurry your tears into song. Rest on my shoulder. You have been strong. Lirash… lirash… Under bone, no little daughter sleeps alone. Hand on the belly, feet on the ground, she hums till the frightened can follow the sound. Selvar va. Orimel va. Vamira ael. Setha ra. She is the temple. She holds the key. She is the woman she came here to be. Root in the darkness, face to the sky, she gathers the child she once left behind. Velarûn… Velarûn… Come to the warmth. Come to the room. Nothing to earn here, nothing to prove. Lay down your armor. Your heart may move. Her rising came slowly, with dishes and dawn, a window swung open, a dress she put on. A meal at the table, a full breath of air, the strange little freedom of taking up space there. Then came the dancing, then came the rain, then came the moment she spoke her own name. Low as the thunder, clear as a bell, her voice found the doorway and carried her well. Druven aela. Druven elun. Druven selva. Druvenûn. Holy the hunger to feel and create. Holy the boundary keeping her gate. Holy the body that asks to be heard. Holy the silence before her first word. She lets her wanting have language and room. She lets her laughter shake dust from the gloom. Silk on her shoulders, sun on her thighs, she meets her reflection with welcoming eyes. No hand may claim her by calling it fate. Love comes with kindness and learns how to wait. Love hears the answer her whole body gives. Love makes more room for the life that she lives. Keth-ael… Keth-ael… Veli sora… Heart of the waters, flame of aurora. She can be tender and still turn away. She can be loving with nothing to say. She can receive without owing her skin. She knows who is welcome. She chooses them in. Selvar va! Orimel va! Vamira ael! Lirash ra! Bring her the lyre. Bring her the drum. Hear how the women within her have come. One carries grieving, one carries seed, one teaches resting, one names what they need. They gather around her with stories and bread. She loosens the ribbons of all she has held. A place for the elder, a place for the child, a place for the woman whose heart still runs wild. She is the temple. She holds the key. She is the woman she came here to be. Root in the darkness, face to the sky, she gathers the child she once left behind. Velarûn! Velarûn! Warm is the room. Wide is the doorway. Open the bloom. Her breath finds its rhythm. Her hips find the drum. She lives in the body she once withdrew from. Doreth lumara, talun theon, she takes the young hand and walks toward dawn. I know what it cost you. I know how you tried. You can come with me. There is room inside. She remembers the child of night. She does not leave her. She becomes her light. Girl at the center. Woman around. Roots reaching deeper. Voice making sound. A life she can enter. A love she can feel. A home in her presence. A tenderness real. Ael above. Earth below. Flame within. Waters flow. Sora na… Veliûn sharâ… I am here, beloved. Here you are. Velarûn.
