Helia leans on a balcony railing, somewhere in the vast expanse of the shifting dimension.

Sometimes you just want to sit and listen, let the fog roll through and the misty rain fall.
There's no rush here. The wind rustles and the curtains billow- breathe in, breath out.
Everything is where it wants to be, when it must be. It'll shift around in time, so take that time.
Be soothed, be sated, be in safe arms. I'll wish it so.