In a Past Life…
You were a guardian of the threshold between life and death—a midwife, a forest witch, a silent hand tending the wounded. You understood the rhythms of the body and the hidden songs of the soul. People came to you not just for cures, but for comfort. Even now, your soul remembers.
You are drawn to acts of care, to sacred rest, to herbal rituals and quiet restoration. You absorb what others feel. You hold space. You soften what is sharp in this world.