𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 was silent and I was rebirthed. My memory was blank and my physical body was nowhere to be found. In the silent night, I saw a ball of light. It was the moon, I had remembered. The moonlight seeped through my soul, and I ventured out of the forest.
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Poetry𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 a lost soul's adventures is told through an author.