Design

Some beings come into this world quite different from their own- nature's last twist of signature uniqueness.

Elena never suspected any difference early on- she more felt it like her skin. She knew the difference like earliest winds know the triumphant sunrise. Apart in kind, yet not unhappy about it, Elena loved her dear parents as any purehearted child, yet cheerfully felt their bewilderment with her ways.

Yes, she liked to play with other kids. But felt just as fulfilled with an entire day alone with only the tall grasses, butterflies everywhere, and rolling fields of color. Or, alone again, among the silent, solemn forest giants. Certain days, when constellations favor, Elena could seemingly disappear into the softened loam of the enraptured afternoon, time perfectly still within the oldest Hands of God.

At night, Elena breathed in the cold stars, and breathed out the warmly glowing galaxies that wheel across the limitless heavens- even darkness was a fearless friend. She felt at home in the cosmos, the flora, and in her soul.

Some beings come into this world quite different from their own- as blessed nature would deem by design.