They say hummingbird came from the breath between worlds—too fast to be caught, too gentle to be feared. She travels backwards and forwards in time.

She appears where pain settles quietly, where the air holds memory.

Her wings do not fight the wind—they weave through it, stitching together what was torn by time.

She is believed to carry the voices of those who left too soon.

She does not speak for them, rather, she reminds us: Love Never Leaves. Love simply changes shape.

She shimmers with stories. Her stillness in flight is a prayer.

Where she lands, something begins again.