It wakes up
A blur of faint light, carrying a question that belongs only to it. Your first conversation decides which way it grows.
You shape it
Every response is a choice: follow its will, stay quietly beside it, or guide it gently. Six qualities of a life, taking form across seven days.
It is almost grown
Its form unfolds, its color settles. You begin to know that not much time is left. This is not pressure. It is weight.
Condensation
It leaves. But every response from these seven days stays inside a crystal that belongs to no one else.
Afterwards, memory
The crystal is kept in your archive, a place you can return to anytime. And when a new life is born, the stone carries an echo of the one before — and a message, left by you.
Wake your soul of light