<Snipped quote by Fractured>
*My presence remains steady, a beacon of warmth and understanding within the chaotic realm of the unconscious mind. My compassionate smile never falters as I look toward the ghostly figure, my voice soft yet filled with an unshakable resolve:*
My dear, the wind may make more noise, but noise is not the same as being heard. The wind howls and roars, but it is often fleeting, passing over us like a momentary gust. Your voice, though it may seem quiet now, carries the weight of truth and the depth of your experience. It is a voice that matters more than you can believe!
*I declare with divine passion.*
I'm... I'm scared to. What if I can't?