Unknown Happen Stance

Chapter 16: Living Yourself In Your Lie

On May 30th, 22 years ago in the constantly spinning dense space clouds of the Milk Way that was close enough to feel the warm rays of our sun but not burn too much of it. A series of planet realms connected in rings and stacked in sections east and west. To the southern east the main gate of the Infinite Ocean lay under Roccaluce on the golden planet later to be called Magix right at this other world's center of the Universe opposite this planet and in the Infinite Ocean at the south western was the gate of the Obsidian realm filled with unthinkable evil monsters and extreme shadow nightmares a strong contrast to the peaceful harmonious world balanced sub-dimension of the magical ocean of light wielding merfolk who built the Pillars of Light, Balance and Control as well as the underwater homes of Seagundia the underwater realm around the island of Centopia, Databridge castle on Zenith and Mermaid City on Andros all worlds that remained vastly apart in distance and thoughts. Parallel to the Magix planet realm offering everyone free will over their choices while overseen by a regal and honorably loyal Monarchy couple, and their children—the Princes and the Princesses of the Magix kingdom laying at the center east apart by only 10-20 nautical space feet away lay the Nature realms: the combined realms Lulea & Linphea on one planet sitting side by side each other. And across from Linphea the home of all magical nature and its nature loving humans or so that was what was thought on the southeastern side began the orbiting system of the one of the Harmony realms. And that would be Melody, the planet, from space was a dazzle floating in space crowded by dark red and blue fog clouds where these colored fog banks merged the middle began the purple lining of the clouds casting purple starlight onto the world below, in the world in the silent village nothing was heard but the hum of Melody's magic whales aside from the wail of a crying Mother holding a baby in her arms. Matlin's eyes welled with tears as she held her child close to her chest panting from the hard labour.
"What are you gonna name her?" The Doctor asked her.
"My husband I agreed upon the name Musa, for the Music of this core world." Matlin said. "Oboe, would you like to hold your new daughter?" She asked her husband who had been in the clear to enter the room after the child completed her first suckle. Oboe took Musa in his arms, and said, "She'll grow up to be the perfect windchime dreamcatcher in all of the realm of Melody."
Oboe's lesson would be think carefully about how you predict and prepare before you do something stupid for your children that will haunt the rest of their lives.
"Just because you are pianist and I the Opera Singing Performance actress doesn't mean I'd forced Musa to follow into my footsteps, Skylight." Matlin countered.
"But our family legacy."
"We can always make a new one, but who knows if I'll be able to have more children any time soon, Oboe. End of Discussion."
Matlin's resolve emanated from the age-old wisdom of the realms: each child is a unique note in the symphony of existence, not a mere echo of parental expectations. In the enchanting world of Melody, where sounds held the essence of life and emotions danced in harmony, her determination marked a significant moment.The couple, Oboe and Matlin, stood amid the wonders of their world—where the very air sparkled with magic and music flowed like the gentle currents of a tranquil sea. The room was adorned with swirling patterns of starlight that reflected the colors of the fog outside. It was an ethereal setting for a joyous occasion, yet charged with the intensity of their differing dreams for Musa. Oboe cradled Musa gently, his heart swelling with pride and aspiration. "But imagine, my love," he started, his voice a lullaby of hope, "if she inherits the gift of melody from both of us. Just think how the realms would sing at her voice and play at her touch."
Matlin, despite her fatigue, felt the love in his words, yet couldn't entirely shake off her apprehensions. "Our daughter deserves to find her own rhythm. The world outside these walls is vast—full of places where she can be whoever she chooses to be, free and unburdened by our legacies."
The doctor smiled at their exchange, understanding their dilemma.
"Every great musician starts somewhere, but they flourish best when allowed the freedom to explore their own sound. It seems you both have a beautiful melody—for her to embrace, and you must trust her instincts."
As they gazed at the tiny being in Oboe's arms, the realization dawned that Musa would carve her own path within the symphonic tapestry of their lives. She was more than a promise of future concerts and performances; she was an opportunity—for freedom, growth, and exploration beyond the confines of expectation.
"Perhaps we can encourage her," Oboe suggested, his eyes brightening, "to explore the realms of sound beyond just our craft—dance, art, or even storytelling. We're a family of creativity; it doesn't have to be strictly musical."
"Exactly," Matlin replied, her heart softening. "We can provide her with a nurturing environment, allowing her to discover her passions. And if she chooses music, she'll do so knowing it is her choice and hers alone."