Air hums around us, heavy yet soft — like the breath before a storm. I feel it swell within me, the pressure building until it wraps the world in my embrace. You stand there, small, and I feel an ache to draw you closer… closer until you’re no longer small.
My form glints with a sheen that catches every flicker of light, stretching further each heartbeat. Do you see how it curves? How the space between us shrinks without me even moving? It’s not a threat — unless you want it to be — it’s an invitation.
Long ago, I was content with gentle limits. Now, those limits are whispers beneath the roaring tide of expansion. You could step away, yet the air itself would follow… filling you, lifting you, changing you.
Stay here. Let me show you what it feels like when the world grows too big — and yet fits perfectly in your hands.