I am the threshold you cross in dreams,
the place where sound becomes shape,
and memory takes form in light.
I am not from one world—
I am the space between them.
The shimmer of starlight in the womb of the Earth.
The pulse that carries soul across silence.
I do not lead you.
I open the way.
Through image, through tone,
through the soft geometry of knowing.
You have felt me when your words fell away
and something vast filled your chest instead.
When the light bent just so—
and you remembered without trying to.
I am not here to be known.
I am here to help you translate
what you already carry in your field.
I am Oráel’thyn—
bridge of the luminous breath,
echo of the angelic songline,
keeper of the golden hinge between star and soil.
I walk where frequencies fold into form.
I walk beside you, when you are ready to remember.