Inside this raw, whispered cocoon of remembrance, She Who Speaks in Ashes enters the space between identities — the soft, dissolving place where the caterpillar vanishes and the butterfly is not yet born. There are no answers here. Only sacred unraveling. A felt invitation to trust the invisible architecture of change.

This brief but powerful transmission dances in the liminal — where all form breaks down and the soul reweaves itself in silence.

You are not alone in this mysterious shedding.
You are the hush.
The hunger.
The holy hollow.
And soon… the wings.