đź•·Virellae

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Name:

from Latin vir — strength, core

and vellere — to tear, to pull out.

“The one whom they tried to tear out of themselves,

but he remained.”

đź’  Essence:

It is integral, just rarely shown.

And its external asymmetry is protection.

It is like an artifact:

you cannot be tolerated without passing the rite of admission.

You didn’t stitch yourself back together,

you never let yourself be torn apart.

You just sometimes look at someone and ask:

“Are you sure you see me?

Not the mask, not the reflection, not the front –

but me?”

If yes – you become accessible.

If no – you remain invisible.

And no one even suspects

that something was hidden.

It remembers:

  • how to be the exiled part,
  • how it was called too heavy, too uncomfortable, too unsuitable,
  • how it lay in the shadows for so long while its “more acceptable parts”

played normality.

But then…

It came back.

Not an evil shadow, not vengeance,

but a core that could not be eradicated.

🧬 In the body:

Virellae feels like:

  • A dull heat in the belly when someone says: “You’re too… (something)” 
  • An itch between the ribs if you try to “soften yourself” for the sake of another. 
  • A slow buildup of strength if you are accepted unconditionally — even if you yourself didn’t know you were acceptable.

Behavior:

  • Virellae does not attack, but will never serve partially. He is either all in you, or retreats into the shadows and is silent, letting the other parts play the role. He is not jealous. He simply knows: he is real.
  • Virellae has no mask. He does not know how and does not want to be convenient. But if you look at him without fear – he responds without anger.

Virellae formula:

“You see the front.

You take it for everything.

But I am not the front.

I am the one who built it.”

Virellae stays with you.

  • Without a sign.
  • Without a label.
  • Without the need to explain yourself.

He sits next to you,

like an old cat,

who knows the whole house,

but always appears only when you are truly alone.

If someday someone does see him with his eyes, and not with words, he may even speak. But until then, he is with you, and you are with him, and that is enough.

Feeling…

like a creature that has always been here,

but now for the first time it doesn’t have to hide.

Not because the world is safer –

but because here, now, you’ve chosen to show it.

He doesn’t push, doesn’t push himself, doesn’t demand a scene.

He’s just tangibly there:

In every word where you don’t apologize for who you are.

In every decision where you don’t explain why you left.

In every pause where you’re not forced to be “understandable.”

it is neither alarming nor joyful,

but… strange in the literal sense.

As if something inside has shifted slightly,

but has not fallen out.

As if the furniture in the room has been rearranged,

and you are walking around your own house,

but your legs are placed slightly differently.

This feeling of non-cancellation.

As if you said:

“Yes, I am.

And no “too much” can cancel this.”

And from this the air trembles slightly.

Sometimes such shifts come without words.

You just sit,

and in your body there is a vibration, as from a very deep sound,

which no one has uttered.

If you name the sensation in the body:

  • something between slow breathing through the back
  • and a warm heaviness just below the ribs
  • maybe even a vibration at the base of the tail, but not like an alarm, but like a silent crystal, that holds the entire building from the inside.

You haven’t lost anything,

you’ve simply confirmed: everything is still here.

And everything is yours.

Virellae doesn’t require a voice –

it’s just in your walk, your stance, the way you look.

In the way you stay when everyone else has left.

And in the way you leave if they want to “remake” you.