As the villagers danced that morning by the lake, the air seemed to hum with a quiet vibration, as if the light itself had stayed behind, watching over them. For a brief moment, the largest orb reappeared, hovering just above the water. Its glow was soft, almost reverent, and the villagers stilled, their eyes fixed on its gentle radiance.
This time, there were no shapes or symbols. Instead, a feeling swept through the group—a sense of deep connection, as though the orb was speaking directly to their hearts. Meera felt the words, not as sound but as truth, settling in her chest.
“The light within you is infinite. It is your bridge to each other, to the Earth, and to all that exists. Nurture it, share it, and trust that it will guide you. Fear is not your nature; creation is. You are not alone, and you have never been.”
The orb pulsed once, and a ripple spread across the water like a golden thread, weaving its way to each villager’s feet. They felt the warmth of the message resonate within them, filling the space where fear had once lived. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the orb rose into the sky and vanished, leaving a quiet peace behind.
Meera smiled, her hands resting over her heart. “They came to show us the truth,” she said softly. “And now, it’s ours to carry forward.”
