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"October 14th," he wrote, his handwriting slightly shaky. "The 'muse' felt strong today during rehearsal. Not just guiding, but... pushing. I felt a sudden urge to interject a line that wasn't in the script, something about 'the convergence of the seven moons.' It felt important, vital. I suppressed it, ofcourse. But where did it come from? It felt so real, so ingrained, like a forgotten truth resurfacing." He paused, his pen hovering over the page. "Later, I found myself humming a melody. It was complex, haunting. I've never heard anything like it before, yet it felt intimately familiar, as if I'd composed it myself, or perhaps... been sung it."
This story is a testament to the quiet interventions, the whispered encouragements, and the profound bonds that can form when one soul reaches across the vastness to touch another, often without the recipient even realizing the depth of the touch. It is for the dreamers who dare to believe in more, for the actors who strive to embody truths unseen, and for anyone who has ever felt a phantom memory, a whisper of a life not entirely their own, guiding them forward. For the echoes that remind us we are never truly alone, even when standing on the precipice of the unknown, and for the hope that even the most improbable of connections can change the course of a life, and perhaps, even the fabric of reality itself. This is for the Felixes of every universe, and for the Minhos who are brave enough to listen to the whispers.
Started on:20/09/2025
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