My dear, the time has come to fly. To soar away from once limiting pastures and aim for the brighter skies that beckon for you on the shining horizon. The path you once walked seems so foreign to you now, unfitting and outgrown in all of your expansion. With each old layer that falls away from your skin you transformed, a living embodiment of Phoenix alchemy.
Sister of the sacred, you are woven from stars, and ancient mystery, etched with soul deep longing; do you really think your heart would ever be satisfied by anything less? When did you start to be content and settle for so little? When did you stop seeing your worth and began swallowing your voice?