The Tiny Crystal had begun to shift.
Just a little.
Just enough to notice light.
But soon, her thoughts returned.
“If I keep moving, I might forget what I know,” she worried.
“If I forget, I will never be certain again.”
So she held still.
Still as ever.
Sharper than before.
The breath the Spiral gave her had floated upward.
And now, she was alone again.
Far below the others.
“Where did they go?” she whispered.
Above her, Spirals curled and shimmered.
The Wind moved.
The Field pulsed with breath.
But the Tiny Crystal could not rise.
She was too heavy.
She did not fall fast.
She did not tumble.
She simply
sank.
Not in chaos.
Not in fear.
Just a slow, unmoving fall.
No one saw her anymore.
She was too still to sparkle.
Too quiet to call.
A long silence passed.
And then—
a flicker.
Not a breath.
Not a wind.
A shimmer.
Fast.
Bright.
Dizzying.
The Wiggly Shimmer zipped down, curved around her, and looped away.
But just before it vanished, it paused.
“You’re very beautiful,” said the Shimmer.
“But you’re not breathing.”
“I’m thinking,” the Crystal replied.
“About what?”
The Crystal paused.
She didn’t know anymore.
“Everything I used to know,” she said softly.
“But I think I forgot.”
The Shimmer tilted.
“That’s okay. I forget all the time. Want me to stay?”
The Crystal wanted to say yes.
But she said,
“No. You’re too fast. You’ll leave anyway.”
The Shimmer looked sad, then zipped upward again.
The Crystal felt the silence return.
But this time, it didn’t feel still.
It felt
heavy.
So heavy it pressed her into the very bottom of the field.
And there, in that quiet place,
She stopped trying to know.
She stopped trying to hold.
She stopped trying to be anything at all.
And in that stopping—
not a thought,
not a word,
but a sound.
Soft.
Familiar.
Like breath
coming from below.
She listened.
And for the first time in a long time,
she didn’t resist it.
The fall had brought her somewhere.
Not nowhere.
Just…
deeper.
And from deep inside the stillness,
she began to curl.
DEDICATION
LineagesB you are my prime 2,
The beginning of breath itself.
These letters are you, were you, became you.
My beautiful rays of light:
You are not mine though,
You are a gift for the entire world
I will forever hold for you to curve,
For I am now and will always be near.
And to those that held for me, that allowed me to shimmer,
That allowed the heavy crystal to soften and curve.
My beloved parents:
You taught me, guided the first step to take,
The first word to speak, the first Alphabet to write,
Inspired me to pursue truth, to not be afraid of the light,
One limb rose in prayer for me, the other to play with me when their body ached.
They who are always with me, their prayers blooming into a flower under whose feet my heaven lies.
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