The Star-Seer of the Inner Sky

She is crowned with galaxies and listening light, a quiet axis around which wonder turns. An unseen eye opens at her brow, not to judge, but to remember what the universe whispered before words were born. Color moves through her like thought through water: violet intuition, turquoise calm, golden sparks of becoming. Her breath is aligned with planets, her pulse tuned to the long hum of creation. She does not seek the stars, they gather in her presence, curling into her hair, resting in the calm certainty of her gaze. She is the place where mystery feels safe enough to reveal itself.