Listen Close, Little Ones

The woman's insight cut through the air like a blade. There was a weight to her words, a gravity that struck deep within Illusion's core. This woman understood. At least, she didn’t try to sugarcoat anything! As Absinth spoke of the dangers of naivety, Illusion found herself nodding in agreement. And when the woman turned her gaze towards her, Illusion felt a surge of recognition pass between them. Maybe she could see? See what Illusion was hiding? The woman continues on speaking of finding one’s place in the world, of wisdom and skill and control.

“To be who I want to be…” Illusion whispered, her voice steady despite the tremble of emotion that lingered. To be free from the constraints of expectation and deception. To embrace the truth of who she was, unapologetically and without reservation. Was it possible? Or would she face rejection?

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