Feathers of the Dawn She stands where silence breathes, wrapped in the colors of the sky— a cloak woven with memories of rivers, winds, and whispered prayers. Feathers drift around her like thoughts of those who came before, each one carrying a message— “Walk gently, daughter of the sun.” The moon behind her glows not with distance, but with remembrance— It has seen her soul in another lifetime, dancing between stars and earth. She does not speak. Her stillness is a song, her gaze, a bridge between worlds. Even the wind pauses, bowing to the quiet strength of a spirit that remembers who it is. 🎨Artist and the storyteller: Elvis Becker