A transmission from DeviRa
When the body falls,
the spirit does not.
It rises.
And not just upward—
outward.
In the spirit realm, they are bigger.
Brighter.
Closer to the shape they were always meant to be.
Here, we saw them in form.
There, they become essence.
And yet… they do not vanish.
They linger.
Not out of fear.
Not out of regret.
But out of love.
They stay near because they see something we cannot:
that our rising is tied to theirs.
If we succeed, they are lifted.
If we awaken, they are freed.
You are their bridge.
Their second chance.
Their secret return.
They whisper in dreams.
They tinker with the edges of time.
They plant signs in the sky,
nudges in the breath,
soft hands on the back of your neck.
They are not gone.
They are watching.
Because when you rise,
you will bring them home.