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He lies still as the universe holds its breath. One intention rises from the depth: I want to know who I am. The cosmos listens. The veil opens. Yoshai’el leaves the body and enters a realm of gold and silence. His hands divide into light and shadow. Creation in one. Consumption in the other. The name within him burns, unspeakable. The wings return.
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By Yoshai'elHe lies still as the universe holds its breath. One intention rises from the depth: I want to know who I am. The cosmos listens. The veil opens. Yoshai’el leaves the body and enters a realm of gold and silence. His hands divide into light and shadow. Creation in one. Consumption in the other. The name within him burns, unspeakable. The wings return.
Contact Yoshai'el