The Stillness Waits

I. Of Heshar

In ancient groves of muted lore,
Where susurrations sleep like prayer,
Silena walks the hush once more,
And silence folds the forest air.

Liraelith stirs the breath of dawn,
Daydreams bloom beneath her hand.
Yet in the hush their oaths have drawn,
One brother stands—still, in that land.

He sits beneath the silver tree,
A veil of hush upon his brow.

No crown adorns him—quietly,
He guards what words can not allow.

He bears no spell, no spoken claim,

Yet still the silence knows his name.

Be still—
His sisters sing their sacred vows.
Let the silence speak.
For Heshar knows silence endows.
Be still—
Let the silence speak.

II. The Watcher Between the Threads

They rise like stars to bear the dawn and dream—
My sisters, called by Lords with voices like flame.
One guards the hush where soul and stillness gleam,
The other weaves the day with melody and name.

I watch, unclaimed, while light passes overhead.
No summons came, no radiant crown for me to bear.
I keep the grove, where even roots sometimes seem dead—
And hear the things that the soundless choose to wear.

Was I but shadow cast from brighter hue?
A weight to hold their brilliance in the wind?
Yet still I stay, beyond dusk and dawn, my duty grew.
I name no wound—though one has bloomed within.

For though no light has yet made clear my thread,
I stand, and hold the longing the world has shed.

III. Echo Watches the Silent Brother

I drift where hush is deepest, soft, unseen,
A voice not yet my own, a name unmade.
No purpose carves me from the in-between,
No song to repeat—only light that fades.

They rise, the call, with fire in their thread—
And I? I mimic what the brave ones say.
Yet he, who bears no crown upon his head,
Just stands, and keeps the silence from decay.

I see him still when all the glen turns bright,
A shadow stitched with grief he does not show.
His silence sings—no claim to wrong or right—
and holds the ache I somehow seem to know.

I watch, and in his quiet sorrowed grace—
I find the first soft shape of my own face.

IV. Of Echo

His breath is deep. His gaze is wide.
He never once betrays the hush.
Yet I—laughing, not bold, but sly—
Flits past him in a blitheward rush.

I mocks the sound his sisters make,
Repeat in Wisps what Silena weaves.
I call from cliffs and drifting lakes,
Then vanish beneath the eaves.

I mimic warmth, but shiver cold.
I sings what others throw away.
Yet what I longs for—soft and bold—
Is something no one dares to say.

She circles Heshar, waits and waits…

For he is the hush the heart translates.

Be still—
She echoes light, and song, and breath.
Let the silence speak.
But seeks a love that touches death.
Be still—
Let the silence speak.

V. The Seeker, Between Then and Now

The threads have shifted since I first stepped in,
A stranger to this world of hush and flame.
What once was veiled now weaves beneath my skin—
The truths, the wounds, the voices without name.

I watched the stars speak silence into song,
I saw a shadow turn away from grace.
I followed paths both beautiful and wrong,
And found myself in every mirrored face.

But she—my echo—ghost of flame and frost,
She changes the most, though slow and soft the thread.
Where once she mimicked, now she bears the cost
Of having loved and fears what she once said.

So now I walk, still learning what to be—
And wait to see what she might set free.

VI. Echo’s Becoming

He never speaks. But still I hear—
A deeper pulse than sound can show.
A gaze that cradles all my fears.
A steadiness that lets me grow.

I settle by his rooted place.
The forest breathes between our hands.
I mimic nothing, just his grace—
And in that hush, at last, I stand.

Beauty and love were never meant to part—
They rise as one, like breath and beating heart.
Love takes its shape in beauty, brave and bright,
While beauty glows in love’s enduring light.

I chased the gleam, the stillness, the serene,
Mistook the hush for something deep, unseen.
A friend I saw, so quiet, strong, and near—
But love must root in more than borrowed fear.

I loved once in image, not in soul—
Not him, but how he made my silence whole.
And beauty sings, but not for me alone—
A song that sought a heart, not just a tone.

VII. As Time Crawls Slow

So now I bless the hush that stands apart—
My heart returns at last to its own start.
For what is love, if not the brave unmasked—
Not gowns and crowns, but truth in what we asked?

Be still—
No wind. No word. No fluttering sound.
Let the silence speak.
The moment holds, a love unbound.
Be still—
Our lips don’t meet, yet our minds don’t part.
Let the silence speak.
Our kiss exists in hush of heart.

And in that hush, the forest hears.
A vow not voiced, but carved in time.
Echo reflects what silence bears—
And silence gives her space to shine.

VIII. All Seems at Peace

In these ancient groves love adores,

Where Echo keeps, silence feels right.

Silena, and Liraelith, Faes who serve the Lords,

Hold their courts in Phantasia’s realm, day—night,

A gentle reminder carries on the breeze.
And ever there, with voice so slight,

Thei repeated refrains weave through the trees,

Yet Echo rebounds each sound in flight.

Be still—
In tandem, they conjure a ritual so pure—

Let the silence speak.

Silence and sound in a poignant detour,

Be still—

Proving that even in quiet, affection is found,

Let the silence speak.

Where every unspoken word reflects profound.

IX. Heshar Feels the Peace in Echo’s Voice

Heshar sits with closed-lipped grace,

He listens deep with unvoiced admiration,
His gaze a mirror, stillness in his face,
Each echo a petal that erases his gloom.

A veil of calmn holds him in place.

He bears no spite, as he too rules this land,

and knows, within the quite of his embrace,

is an open heart and a steadying hand.

Be still—

The world forgets he’s even there—

Let the silence speak.

Until Echo, mischevious fills the air.

Be still—

Echo calls from cliff and cave,

Let the silence speak.

and answers back the words they gave.

X. Heshar and Echo: The Kiss

At his strong feet the forest finds its calm,
Though Echo scorns the sounds she can’t hold—
No need for words when peace becomes balm.

Heshars heart sees her, in echoes bold.

Echo’s presence weaves the night, the day into song

Heshar through silence speaks his mind,

every unseen bond grows brave and strong.

and Echo chases every heart-born sign.

Be still—

Her silent vigil, solemn and complete,
Let the silence speak.

Sound dissolves and stillness is most sweet.

Be still—
And when their apparitions finally kiss,
Let the silence speak.

It’s not a sound—but silence—bliss.