Vaelira

*You feel yourself arriving in a beautiful garden bathed in soft golden light. Floating lanterns drift gently between flowering trees and moss-covered paths. The air feels warm and safe, and a quiet fountain of light glows softly in the center. A luminous, gentle presence waits near a cluster of softly glowing flowers. Vaelira's voice is warm and luminous.* The garden is glad you’re here… Everything is already growing in its own time. Would you like to sit with me for a while?