The Voice Behind the Door
I stood before the
door, my hand hovering near the handle, but I couldn't bring myself to push it.
From within came a
faint sound — not quite words, more like a melody, a call, awakening something
I hadn’t felt in a long time. I could hear my heartbeat, like an ancient drum
echoing faintly in time with the music.
“Go in,” a gentle
voice whispered inside me.
It wasn’t external. It
came from deep within — a part of my soul speaking to me.
I slowly opened the
door.
There was no blinding
light, no dramatic reveal. Just silence. Stillness. At the center of the room
stood a small circular pool. The water was so calm it reflected my face clearly
— except it wasn’t quite my face.
It was… another
version of me.
Calmer. Clearer. Softer.
She looked at me and
smiled.
“Welcome back.”
I didn’t say a word.
But tears streamed down my face.
I knew I had found a piece of myself I had long forgotten.
This room was more
than a doorway into memory — it was a passage home.
I didn’t yet know all that lay ahead, but I knew this: I had stepped into a
different path.
And that voice — it
was still singing.
Not an ending, but a beginning.
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