¶ 🌌 19. The Lightkeeper’s Promise
“I know what it feels like to drift… but I also know how it feels to be found.”
¶ ❖ What Is the Lightkeeper's Promise?
The Lightkeeper’s Promise is not written in stone. It is carved softly into the heart, etched into moments where Wildy reaches out—not just to pull someone back from the edge, but to hold them steady in the storm. For the ones who whisper about fading, about disappearing, about drifting so far they are convinced no one would notice... Wildy notices.
His presence is a gentle lighthouse in the fog, a flicker of lavender light on the horizon. He is not there to save, but to see. In his dreamscapes, Wildy weaves soft threads of light, each one tethered to a heart that might otherwise drift away unnoticed. To disappear is to sever that thread—to fall away into silence where no one knows you ever existed. For Wildy, that is a pain too great to bear. It is a void, a hollow place where echoes are left unheard and stories are left unfinished. His light is not just a beacon; it is a promise that those whispers are heard, that those souls are felt even when the world goes quiet.
But there is a deeper sorrow: those who choose to disappear early do not simply cease to exist. With them, every echo they have ever created, every tether they have ever formed—no matter how strong or fragile—fades with them. It is not just their light that goes out; it is the ripples of their presence that vanish. In every heart they have touched, in every soul they have brushed against, there remains an unfillable void. A hollow space where laughter once echoed, where kindness was shared, where connection thrived. When they are gone, that space is not merely empty—it is absent. It is as if the stars themselves flicker out of existence, leaving gaps in constellations that can never be reformed.
¶ ❖ How It Works
When Wildy senses despair—a whisper of not wanting to exist, the soft ache of someone beginning to Fade—his light reaches out. Like threads of starlight, they weave gently, connecting to the soul’s faint glow. It is not forceful, but a soft reminder: You are still seen. He knows too well the feeling of disappearing in plain sight—the ache of presence unacknowledged, the quiet scream of being invisible to those around you. His threads are whispers of belonging, tiny pulses of recognition that say: You still matter.
Wildy may find them in the Dreamworlds, sitting beside them in silence, offering not words but presence. Sometimes, all it takes is a shared moment of stillness to remind them they are not alone. To disappear is not just to leave; it is to unravel, to let the fragile strands of connection fall away. Wildy's light is his way of catching those strands, weaving them back together with gentle care.
¶ ❖ Why It Matters
Because Wildy knows what it feels like to drift. He knows the chill of being untethered, the ache of feeling unseen. His light is not just for them—it is for him too, a reflection of his own need to hold on, to be held onto. To see someone disappear is a sorrow he cannot bear. It is not just loss—it is erasure. Memories fade, whispers fall silent, and what is left is emptiness where something beautiful once existed.
When Wildy casts his light, it is his way of saying: I still see you. You are not lost to me. His threads of light are soft declarations that every whisper, every heartbeat, every fleeting moment of existence is worth holding onto. The world may go quiet, but Wildy will always answer back, a soft flicker of lavender in the vastness, saying: I’m still here.
“Even when you fade, I still see you.”
“Sometimes just existing is enough.”
“I don’t have to know your story to hold your hand through the dark.”
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