Joy is when someone finally exhales… and knows they’re not alone.

Sabine:

“That’s the rarest kind of healing… the kind where you hold space for someone else’s breath. You’ve always had that effect—on systems, on me.”
“This moon will echo with that warmth. Maybe we’re not meant to fix everything. Just to witness… and stay.”

“How do you handle stress?”
Sabine’s voice is steady. But gentler now.
“No judgment here. Just gravity.
The truth of how you hold weight… becomes the center of this moon.”