Message from The Universe: You once muted the loud, tender compass in your chest to fit the shapes around you - bending speech, shrinking dreams, learning the polite art of not taking up space - and at some quiet point you began to believe that silence meant absence. That silencing was a survival song, not a verdict: overtitting kept you safe and taught you to doubt your rightful glow. Now something gentle is pulling at that memory, an invitation to remember the voice you tucked away. This is not about undoing who you became; it's about reclaiming what never left. Let the call return as a warmth under your ribs, soft but insistently bright. Trust it - your worth has never moved. It's waking up, and everything is aligning to meet you there.