🎵 Whisper of a vanishing soul
- Martin Czerny 🎵
The whispers that were always with her.
The past that never let her go...the stories she always dreamt of, only to wake up with the remnants of those incomplete tragedies clinging to her sleep.
What was that?
Why was that?
Who was that even in the dream?
She always asked...'do I know her?'
Always, a girl smiling back at her and the seven shadows whispering in the distance. Trying to tell the girl something or maybe...to her.
The questions were too many but the answer was null. As if she was thrown into the life to find the meaning of existence even when the answer was never truly found.
It sounds so funny right?
But what if...someday, someone told you that the life you are living isn't the one you are supposed to? Have you ever thought this way?
And, the answer is—
No.
And, that's why she closed her eyes again to go back to continue the dream. Everyday when the dream broke in between, she looked around and held her necklace and closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
The sleep where she was living a life which was maybe supposed to be...hers.
No one would have believed her if she ever told that there was a spark of connection that she felt with every little moment in her dreams. Every whisper of her name...her name...name? Whose name was that even? Every word heard in the dream, every gaze, every voice and every touch felt like the moment she has lived.
She had lived.
To her, the outside world was too dreamy.
Too pretty.
Too unreal.
She believed that real life could never match the shimmer that floated in the air when she closed her eyes. Reality was full of edges—people spoke too loudly, moved too fast, and cared too little. But in her dreams...everything moved like honey. Slow, warm, golden. The shadows whispered gently. The girl smiled softly. The world there was never cruel.
So, she built her own bubble.
A quiet space in the loud hallways of school. A desk near the window, always at the edge of golden sunlight. Three friends who didn't ask her too many questions. They didn't try to pull her out of her shell. Maybe they saw the way she looked through things, not at them. One became her best friend and the other her little crush because he showed care in this rough world and the third one a fun little friend to be around with.
She liked them.
But even with them, she never really belonged.
Because when they talked about crushes or parties or weekend plans, she only smiled and nodded, while her mind wandered to the girl in her dreams...the girl who had her smile, but softer. The girl whose hair moved like silk in the wind. Her dress swayed in the wind and the girl who looked at her—not through mirrors, not from afar—but within.
That girl wasn't a stranger.
She was her. But not her.
Who is she?
And the seven shadows? They felt like a story she had once lived and then forgotten. Like echoes of a song she used to hum before she even knew how to speak and her body recognizes the steps to the beats of some old tune that was lost in time.
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