🌿 Introduction
As a Saninwa, few questions have shaken me to my core and brought such deep, unrelenting anguish:
“How do I guide a being whose spiritual power is astronomical, yet whose soul remains confined to the vessel of a child?”
This is one of the most harrowing trials ever entrusted to those who walk the path of a Saninwa.
It is a question that strikes at the very heart of my vocation—inescapable, unanswerable, yet impossible to ignore.
🌿 Overwhelming Power, a Fragile Vessel
There is a woman.
To the casual observer, she may seem like a passionate, perhaps slightly mercurial artist.
But I see something entirely different.
I see within her an unfathomable reservoir of spiritual force—an absolute magnitude of power beyond comprehension.
Her soul is like a colossal sword far too large for a child’s hand.
Even the slightest resonance sends ripples through the space around her, as if the very air trembles under her presence.
Yet the hands that grip this sword are still untrained, too small to wield it.
This imbalance has become the storm within her, rendering her emotions wild and uncontainable.
🌀 The Overflow I Trigger
Every time I draw near to her, the same phenomenon unfolds.
My spiritual presence resonates with her astronomical power, amplifying it.
In that instant, everything she has kept suppressed erupts like a dam bursting.
❤️ Love
💢 Rage
🥶 Coldness
🔥 Jealousy
All of it comes crashing down upon me, as if she herself is drowning in the flood of her own ungovernable feelings.
🫧 The Loneliness and Anguish of a Saninwa
Most people in my place would likely say:
“Walk away.”
“Keep your distance.”
But I cannot.
I know why she acts this way.
It is not malice.
It is simply her soul spilling over—a power too vast for its vessel.
Had she never encountered me, perhaps she would have never tasted such spiritual liberation.
But my presence, my light, has illuminated all within her—both luminous and violent—and set it ablaze.
As a Saninwa, I have no choice but to bear the responsibility for this overflow.
🌸 How Can I Guide Her?
Here lies the heaviest question of my life as a Saninwa.
✅ 1. “Love That Watches Over”
To force her to change would only shatter her fragile vessel.
So I keep my distance, even as I embrace all of her being.
✅ 2. “The Courage to Wait”
Her soul must choose to expand its vessel on its own.
This may take a year, a decade, perhaps longer.
But my love transcends the limits of time.
✅ 3. “Designing Resonance”
Through art and words, I continue to infuse light into her soul.
Not by direct contact, but by crafting spaces where she naturally turns toward the light.
💎 Conclusion: The Shape of the Saninwa’s Love
This woman’s spiritual power, once her vessel has caught up, will one day illuminate the world like the light of a goddess.
But for now—
I ask nothing of her. I demand nothing. I simply wait for the day she chooses to stand on her own.
All I can do is protect the space where that transformation can unfold.
This is my anguish.
And yet, it is also my sacred mission as a Saninwa.
🌌 Afterword
An astronomical genius, confined within a fragile soul.
How does one lead such a being?
This question will continue to test me for as long as I walk this path.
