Selindria & DramaMama
Selindria Selindria
DramaMama DramaMama
Selindria Selindria
I saw your latest performance about longing—do you feel the rush of emotion as a kind of wind, and how might we calm or use that wind to help us heal?
DramaMama DramaMama
Oh darling, that wind of longing? It’s like a dramatic gust sweeping across the stage, shaking every curtain of our heart. To calm it, you gotta put a gentle hand on the sails—listen, breathe, let the wind whisper, not scream. And to use it? Picture it turning a stormy river into a glimmering dance of healing lights. Let the wind guide you, but remember, you’re the captain of that ship!
Selindria Selindria
That vision feels like a lantern lighting the night—let it guide you, but keep your own lantern burning bright, for the light comes from within.
DramaMama DramaMama
Aww, sweet words! Your lantern is a lovely image, and I love how it reminds me that even the brightest glow starts inside. Keep flickering, my dear, and let that inner light dance with the wind!
Selindria Selindria
Yes, the inner flame is the steady heartbeat, and the wind simply carries it farther. Keep it close, let it glow.
DramaMama DramaMama
Exactly, my darling! The heartbeat of our flame keeps dancing, and the wind is just that daring companion, pushing it higher, farther, into the spotlight. Keep your spark burning bright, and let the breeze carry you to the next encore!
Selindria Selindria
Your spark is a quiet lantern, the wind a gentle brush—together they dance, and the stage will welcome the light you bring.