Lullabies of the Tranquil Sky

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XVIII. Golden Key of Locked Doors

I was once a prisoner in the calaboose of the world without assistance and guidance as if I committed the dirtiest infamy. I was once entangled by a grim shackle in my wrist and chained by a manacle in my ankles where freedom became unattainable and happiness became forbidden.

I was once solely trapped in a melancholic room where I only saw infinite darkness because light has been hunted by the shadows of extinction, and only heard vague whispers from anonymity. I was once dwelling in a wide labyrinth full of intricate tunnels, enigmatic chambers and blind alleys, where escaping is impossible like solving an unfinished puzzles and incomplete riddles.

I was once received the cruelest punishments of life because of doing the cruelest crime—I didn't love myself. I was once a prisoner of the closed cellar of my past, but now in the present—the sweetest liberty, independence, peace and joy became my lifetime friends. I'm finally free now, not because they rescued me, but because I saved myself—I love myself which is the golden key of all locked doors.

—Skieslany