**Diary Entry 1: Elysia – October 12, 2024**
I can’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday. It felt like an ordinary walk in the park—until it wasn’t. I swear, I saw him. The same man I’ve been seeing in my dreams. His eyes. So familiar, yet I can’t place him. He was sitting on a bench, looking at the sky, as though waiting for something. As though he was waiting for me.
I know how it sounds...
The first light touches the edge of night,
A fragile glow, a soft breath of bright.
The world is still, as if it knows
The secret in the dawn that softly grows.
Eyes that once were heavy with sleep,
Now flutter open from shadows deep.
A heart that wandered, lost and worn,
Feels the stirring of something reborn.
The air is filled with the scent of change,
Like rain that falls and starts to rearrang...
In the quiet of the womb, where life begins to grow,
A spark of love, a seed of light, in tender shadows glow.
From dust, from breath, from whispered will, a pattern fine is drawn,
Each soul is shaped in sacred ways, a new day’s dawning song.
For God, the Great Creator, with hands unseen but near,
Forms every child in tender care, each moment pure and clear.
In each small heart, a piece of Him, Hi...
