Indigo child… born through darkness, bathed in light. A new hue - a new spectrum - I emerge from mist to invoke wonder, inquisition, rejection. Like a whisper I weave among you amid the dark. You’re yet to see but feelings are fieldings of a parasympathetic sonar. Let compassion be your compass, imagination your interface. Can you hear my breath, sense my warmth? Do you see me as I do you?