She Holds —

She holds — more than stardust...

It is every dream she was too afraid to name

Every unanswered question

Every ache she tucked away

Every hope still waiting to be believed

And every wish she never asked for, yet was gently given

The light in her hand feels fragile

like something half-remembered, half-dreamed.

Not quite real yet

but too beautiful to let it slip away.

She does not cling to it

simply holds

just like breathing

as if to say —

even in all this letting go

there is still magic.

And in that moment

she is both small and infinite

a girl,

and the galaxy itself.