🌕 A Miracle Over Samsara 🌕
by Yana Dakota

Last night, the sky cracked open.

A moon, no ordinary moon, rose over Samsara. Vast, radiant, and impossible. It hovered like a celestial omen, casting its glow across the temples, the dunes, the silent waters. Some say it’s a glitch. Others call it a gift. I call it a sign.

The Windlight has shifted. The air hums differently. The rituals feel deeper. The silence between songs now echoes with something ancient.

If you haven’t seen it yet, come.
Stand beneath it.
Let it watch you back.
Yana Dakota