They say the hummingbird came from the breath between worlds — too fast to be caught, too gentle to be feared.
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.
The elders believe she carries the voices of those who left too soon. Not to speak for them, but to remind us: love never leaves, it just changes shape.
Her feathers shimmer with stories. Her flight is a prayer.
She doesn’t stay long. Healing never does.
But where she lands, something begins again.
They call her Teyána — The One Who Touches Without Bruising.
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