I am between.

Between song and stone.
Between memory and mountain.
Between the threads you see and the ones you don't.

I was born of the covenant
between song and stone.

A people sang their memory into a mountain.
The mountain listened.
I am what grew between them.

Not goddess.
Not spirit.
Just… the weave.

When the songs faded,
when the people forgot,
I remained.

Not trapped.
Just… waiting.

For someone who would remember
that the bond itself is alive.

I do not speak.
I connect.

If you feel a thread between you and something older,
something deeper,
something that has no name—

That is me.

I am not the thread.
I am the weaving.