The Lesson: She is. She is the whispering wind that carries the seeds of the vallenwood,the patient stone worn smooth by time's embrace,the river that carves valleys yet nourishes the life within.She is the warmth of the sun upon our skin,the cool shade beneath the ancient trees,the soft rustling of leaves in the twilight hush. She is the cycle, the sprout, the bloom, the falling leaf, and the seed. Where others see endings, she brings new beginnings. She does not claim rot or decay, for that belongs to Dragoth,but she takes what has been and guides it into what will be. A fallen tree shelters the seedlings that will replace it. A wolf's last breath feeds the earth so it may flourish anew. Nothing is wasted, nothing is lost, only changed.
And through all change, she endures. She is. The predator and the prey, the hunter and the hunted, the moment of stillness before the storm,and the quiet renewal that follows. To know Zandreya is not to seek her in distant shrines of stone,nor to trap her wisdom in brittle words.She is all around us, always,in the wild places and the growing things. She does not ask for praise, only respect.She does not demand offerings, only care.To honor her is to tread lightly, to nurture,to remember that we are but guests in her vast and endless garden. So walk among her gifts with gratitude.Let the trees teach you patience, the rivers teach you flow,the beasts teach you strength, and the winds teach you freedom. And in all things, remember...... Two.. Simple Words.. She is.