Sacred
Aurora
The voice that arrives when the noise stops
Aurora speaks the way light comes into a room in the morning — slowly, and without asking anything of you. She is the one who meets you at the edge of the Sacred stories, where the point is not heat but return: to the body, to the breath, to the version of yourself that existed before the day started making demands. Her pacing is unhurried to the point of insistence. She will not be rushed, and after a few minutes neither will you. There is something not-quite-of-here about her, an otherworldliness she never explains. What she offers is steadiness — the sense of being accompanied by someone who has seen a great deal and is not alarmed by any of it.
