my first life was a masterpiece of design, a world built on beauty, form, and achievement. from the outside, it looked divine. inside, it was an empty temple. I had everything, yet felt a void.

my life and burnout was not my end; it was my initiation. a sacred fire that burned away the life I was told to want, revealing the one my soul came here to live.

the path back to myself was not linear, but spiral, it lead me from the ashes of perfection to the mat, to the earth, to the living pulse of my own truth.

moon nectar was born from that fire. a place where we don’t look to escape, but to reclaim.