The shoreline edged into shadow as the sea surrendered to the gloaming.
On the horizon, silvery threads injected themselves into the midnight blue sky.
“Rise,” she whispered, urging the inevitable light.
She held her breath, her heart almost still.
“Rise,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
Glistening above, specks of light emerged from the fabric of time.
Through her bare feet, she pulled on the power of the land.
Her voice laced with the ancient resonance of terra, she susurrated,
“Rise.”
Against her dark hair, her eyes glowed, reflecting the motion of the waves.
She fell to her knees and merged with the sky.
Pulling on the silvery light with her heart.
A luminescent sickle edged the horizon.
A silver glow splintered the deepening blue of the sky.
Cresting the shoreline, the shining orb seemed to rise from the water.
Lighting the night as she returned to the stars.
This is so beautiful Rachel, it feels like magic 🪄 Did you also made the visual?
"Gloaming" is such a beautiful choice. Brought a smile.
This resonates even more now that I’ve spent a little time getting to know your essence better:
I spent some time on your website, and it makes your voice here feel even more luminous.
Absolutely beautiful work.