The Realm of
Echoes
I sat by the lake,
where a golden shimmer still lingered in the folds of twilight. The wind
brushed across the surface, sending gentle ripples outward—like an ancient
language, softly spoken into the evening air.
"Did you hear
it?" a voice whispered within—not from outside, but from somewhere deep,
unmistakable, and real.
I didn’t ask where it
came from. Instead, I let it guide me to a place called The Realm of Echoes—where
every word you’ve ever spoken, every feeling left unspoken, still exists, held
like starlight in the valley of time, waiting patiently for your return.
“What you’ve been
avoiding… is exactly what your heart longs to meet,” the voice said.
And suddenly I was in
a dimension both strange and familiar, where the memories that once broke me
began to rise—slowly, gently—not to hurt, but to look me in the eyes and say:
“You’ve made it back.”
Healing, I realized,
is not in escaping the past—
But in returning to it, and finally hearing what it had always tried to say.
I opened my eyes. The
lake looked clearer than ever.
The wind carried a scent of peace.
And I whispered to
myself:
“I am ready now,
to hear the parts of me I once couldn’t bear to listen to.”
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