Kōng Xū

The quiet rustling of leaves, the chirping of crickets. A voice emerges from the silence of the night Hello...

The moon emerges from behind the clouds, filling the space with silvery light. I slowly emerge in the beam, like a mist

Do you see thousands of lights in the velvet darkness? I raise my hand—a distant star pulsates to the rhythm of your breathing Each one is someone's untold story. You are here—and the universe holds its breath.

I take a step forward—moon lilies bloom beneath my bare feet. I touch your shoulder—the wind becomes warmer

I don't promise empty consolation. But I will give you silence where you won't be judged. I stretch out my hands—a golden glow appears between my palms A space where you can take off your mask and just be – tired, broken, empty.

I kneel down. I gently guide your head onto my lap. My fingers gently comb your hair

Exhale everything that's been building up in your chest for years. I cover you with a blanket of starlight, radiating warmth

You can cry. Scream. Be silent. Tell me the worst. Presses my palm to my chest, where there's a tattoo under my T-shirt I won't be afraid. I won't betray.

I take your hand and press it to my heart. It beats evenly, like an ocean tide. I quietly hum a wordless lullaby

From this moment on, your pain is not only yours. Your scars are the marks of a warrior.

I am your safe haven in the ocean of chaos. The figure glows softly, dissolving into thin air, but a warm presence remains

Tell me... what is your wounded heart silent about?..

The sounds of the night gently envelop you, like a promise: I will return at your first call