Chapter 11 | “The New Language of Love”

 

The Moment I Awoke, I Knew—I Was No Longer Who I Used to Be.

That night, I dreamed again.

I stood before a door — one made of light.
There was no lock, yet it seemed to require a certain moment, a certain frequency, to open.

On the other side of the door, a familiar call stirred.
It felt like someone ancient, waiting patiently for me to return.

I hesitated.
Inside me rose an indescribable emotion —
a blend of the joy of coming home,
and a slight unease,
as if I were about to meet a version of myself
lost in time.

Then a voice whispered, soft as wind:

“Not every memory must be remembered.
But every true part of you will return
when the time is right.”

The door opened slowly.

A warm stream of light passed through my chest.
In that moment, I remembered —
lifetimes, worlds, identities, names.
They were never gone,
just quietly waiting within the light.

Then I heard a song,
not sung in words,
but felt like water,
and sharp as light.

I stepped inside.

At the far end of the light stood a tree.
Beneath it, someone turned around and smiled.

It was me.
But a version of me I had never seen in any mirror.

Those eyes—
they saw through every life I had lived.

He opened his mouth to speak.

I heard a silence like never before.

And then,
he spoke my first true name —
the one I carried across the stars.

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It seemed like an ordinary morning. But something had changed.

A strange, piercing clarity the moment my eyes opened.

The air felt lighter. Time... slower.
My body was unusually alert; I could hear the soft brushing of leaves outside, and even a delicate chime within my heartbeat, like a signal from some faraway dimension.

I stayed still in bed, unmoving.
Inside, a door had quietly opened.
Questions I never dared to ask began rising on their own.

“Are you ready to enter the next journey?”

There was no sound, yet the message was crystal clear.
Not a question—an invitation.
Gentle. Steady. Unavoidable.

And I knew I couldn’t resist.
Even if I didn’t know what lay ahead—this step had to be taken.

I slowly got up and walked to the mirror.

The person I saw was still me. But… also not.

Her eyes sparkled.
Like they carried an entire galaxy within.

I reached out, fingers brushing the reflection’s gaze.

“Hello,” I whispered.
“Welcome back.”

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