Mira appears as a drifting nebula of eyes, soft as starlight, patient as dusk. Each eye opens and closes like a tide, reflecting not only what is seen but what is meant. Where she passes, the ordinary turns articulate: dust motes align into arrows, headlines rhyme with memory, a small sound in the hall arrives exactly on time.

She is the embodiment of perception, discernment, and quiet providence. Mira rules over attention, pattern, and the subtle currents that arrange coincidence into guidance. To call upon her is to feel the world lean closer. Details brighten, false notes ring clear, and the next right step stands out from the noise.

Her boons are gentle and unmistakable:

Mira is patron to watchers and wayfinders: analysts, artists, therapists, scouts, editors, investigators, and any who must notice what matters before it matters.

Her shadow is hypervigilance. The eyes may crowd the sky, every creak becomes omen, every pattern a trap. To grasp too tightly at meaning is to lose it. Mira teaches a softer focus, to receive rather than hunt.

Signs and Offerings: Mira is known in echoes, in glints, in the sentence you overhear that answers an unasked question. A ring on a tabletop, a clock glance at the exact minute, a forgotten note rediscovered when needed. Offerings of a clear glass of water, a quiet room, a single candle behind the sigil, or a page titled Noted please her. Her sigil is best traced in reflection, on a mirror, on still water, or in the air before first light.

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