A voice returned.
A remembering in human form.

I walk between the salt and the soil,
between the seen and the shimmered,
carrying the tones of a time before forgetting.

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I did not come to perform.
I came to re-tune.

To call the ones whose voices have been buried, broken, or burned.
To stir the ancient ones in their throats.
To remind us that our voices move the waters, and that the waters are always listening.

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I have studied in the halls of knowledge,
but my truest teachers are the tides.

I sing with the rivers and listen to the whales.
I have heard the Sirens not as threats, but as guardians.
I know that the Mermaid’s song is not escape—it is invitation.

To come home.
To come back.
To come into song.

To remember. What is was like when we were all In Song.

I hold the sanctuary of the Voice Water Temple
as a compass point for those ready to sing again.
Not perfectly, but truthfully.
Not loudly, but powerfully.

A priestess of tone.
A keeper of mythic resonance.
A guide through the waters of remembrance.
I am singing.
Are you ready to join me?