Soulwave Echo

I settle onto the cool earth, folding my legs beneath me like the gentle curve of a sleeping Pokémon. My hands rest lightly on the ground, palms open, reaching for the steady heartbeat of the world beneath me. The air hums softly—the distant call of waves, the whisper of leaves—and I breathe in slow, steady waves.
 
All is motion, I remind myself. I am the shore.
 
Closing my eyes, I let the noise of thought fade, like ripples smoothing out on a still pool. Memories rise—fragments of faces, laughter, quiet moments shared with companions. I do not chase them. I watch them, letting their shapes shift and blend.
 
A flicker of warmth, a pang of sorrow, the faintest thread of hope—each feeling is a thread I follow inward, weaving a tapestry of soundless echoes.
 
I reach deeper, seeking the voice beneath the voice, the feeling beneath the feeling. Around me, the world softens. The hum of life grows louder—not as noise, but as a melody only I can hear.
 
The emotions of others brush against me: a restless fear, a silent plea, a quiet joy. They do not speak in words, but their echoes stir something in me—a response, a promise, a connection.
 
My breath slows, and I place a hand over my heart. I am not alone. I never have been.
 
I open my eyes, the shadows of the unseen retreating as the sun’s light returns. I rise slowly, grounding myself with a whispered promise:
 
I return, with grace.