Chapter 1 | “The New Language of Love”

 

The First Time I Heard the Soul

That day, it felt like the world had been quietly torn open—just a little.

The sunlight in my palm was warm on one side, cool on the other. I sat on a wooden chair by the window. The ticking of the clock echoed gently, almost like a distant call. Then something shifted—subtle but undeniable. The air around me trembled ever so slightly, and a voice came through.

Not to my ears.
To my heart.

It wasn’t loud, but it stirred something so deep within me, I froze.

“Do you remember who you are?”

I blinked.
Remember? What am I supposed to remember?

Everything around me was normal—the curtain swayed softly, yesterday’s books still scattered on the floor, and a patch of sunlight stretched across the wooden tiles. Yet this voice didn’t belong to this world. It pierced through dimensions, unmistakably real, yet… otherworldly.

I closed my eyes, instinctively tuning in.

And in the next breath—I wasn’t here anymore.

It felt like I had been lifted out of my body and drawn into a space I somehow already knew:
a vast dimension of shimmering light—like stardust and twilight mixed into silk.

There I saw myself.
And not just this me.

Layers of “me,” from different times, different forms—one in a robe, one with wings, one made purely of golden-blue light. All of them… me.

“You are not the sum of your human experiences,” the voice said.
“You came not to learn—but to remember.”

Was this a dream?
Or had I just woken up?

Suddenly, a little girl appeared before me.
It was me—me as a child. Her eyes were wide, unafraid.

“You finally heard it,” she smiled.

And so did I. That smile—it was a code, a key. Memories long buried came rushing back: my childhood dreams, my secret habit of whispering to the stars, things I knew but never told anyone.

That day, I realized something:

“I” was never just this name, this body, or this life.
I was a beam of light finding its way home.

I opened my eyes, tears gently resting on my cheek.
But inside—peace.

It felt like everything had changed, and yet, nothing had.

Only now,
I could finally hear the voice.
The voice of the soul.
And it no longer felt far away.