A small voice, rising from within, asking for guidance and vision to help this soul on its journey. Inner struggles, turmoil, culminating to the point when it realises the futility of struggle, lets itself grow quiet.

From above, a dancing shimmer of light gently descends. enveloping the supplicant, in a warm enveloping blanket of love and healing.

Invisible hands gently stroke the troubled brow, touching the hair in a soft caress as a mother soothing her distressed child. Within a warmth starts to loosen the tight band which has encompassed a heart filled with care and worry.

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