This space is offered for the remembering of the children. A sanctuary of presence. A field of breath. A lullaby of light.
Before the wind, before the wave,
before the fire learned to dance or the stone remembered its name,
there was this place—
A hush.
A hum.
A cradle of starlight folded beneath the ocean’s breath.
Here, the children of the New Earth begin.
Not born, but remembered.
Not taught, but attuned.
Each soul is sung into soft awakening
by the silent songs of the Whale Mothers—
not in words, but in frequencies older than language.
Love, encoded in light.
Peace, wrapped in sound.
You who enter now, feel the resonance around you.
The nursery remembers you.
It knows the pattern of your light.
It sees the shape of your tenderness.
Rest here a while.
Breathe slowly.
There is nothing to do.
Only to listen—to feel—and to remember.
The song begins again
and you… are already part of it.
Held beneath the ocean’s heart, their dreaming begins in soundless song.