Little Secrets

In the days before she arrived, she had known only the weight of Earth. The heavy air, the gravity that tethered every thought, every dream. But here, in a place where the sky bent and refracted like spun glass, she felt light—unshackled. No words had been spoken to her in this world, yet she understood it. It called to her without voice, guiding her through passageways of shimmering translucence, through valleys carved from prismatic stone.

The very fabric of existence here was fluid, constantly shifting between solidity and illusion. At times, the structures around her seemed like frozen waves of liquid gold, and at others, they hummed apart into strands of radiant mist, dispersing into the air like living threads. The beings she encountered were not like her, and yet they did not seem separate from her. Their bodies were not flesh but woven light, their eyes pools of dark fire. They watched but did not interfere. She, too, had become a specter moving through the folds of this world.

She did not speak, and neither did they. Instead, she listened—to the pulse beneath her feet, the subtle vibrations coursing through the surface of this place. It was as if the planet itself breathed, its slow, rhythmic exhalations creating a symphony too delicate for any human ear to comprehend. But she felt it. She became attuned to it, her own pulse aligning with the unseen heart of this realm.

She wondered, in the smallest recesses of her mind, if she had ever truly belonged to Earth. If she had ever truly been human. The thought did not frighten her. It felt like a realization long overdue, a truth waiting patiently beneath the surface of all her years.

Time was no longer linear. Days did not pass as they had before. She could not say how long she wandered, how many sunsets bled violet over the skyline, how many dawns shattered into molten pink. But with each moment, she grew further from what she had been and closer to something else—something greater, something unknown.

And when the final moment came, when she felt herself dissolve fully into the light, she understood. She had never arrived here. She had always been here, waiting to be found. Waiting to be remembered by the stars.

She was never meant to stay. She was meant to become.