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Beneath the watchful glow of a full moon, a boy walked alone. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of rain-soaked leaves, as if the earth itself sighed at his misfortune. His steps were steady but aimless, guided not by a destination but by the road that unfurled endlessly before him.
He couldnโt remember how long he had been walking. It was always the same: cold, wet, and surrounded by a dense forest that loomed on either side of the narrow, winding path. The trees stood tall, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching toward the heavens, rustling in the night breeze. In the distance, the sound of leaves falling was the only music in this forgotten corner of the world.
He paused for a moment, looking up at the towering moon, which seemed far too close, as if it might sink and drown the world beneath its pale light. It illuminated the boyโs path, though no memory stirred within him. Where was he? Where had he come from? These questions echoed in his mind, louder than the thunder that rumbled from time to time in the distance. His heart ached with a loneliness so deep that it felt as though it would swallow him whole, and the steady patter of rain falling against his skin was the only sensation that seemed real.
His clothes clung to him, soaked from hours, maybe days, of wandering in the rain. The heavy trench coat hung from his slight frame, sagging with water, and his shoes splashed through shallow puddles that dotted the road. But he couldnโt stop. There was something compelling him to keep moving, an invisible force drawing him forward, though he could not say why.
He tried to remember-anything-his name, his home, his family. But his mind was like the fog that rolled through the forest, dense and impenetrable. Every time he tried to reach for a memory, it slipped away, dissolving into the mist. He grasped at fragments of thoughts that drifted in and out of consciousness: a warm house, the smell of something baking, laughter. But none of it felt solid. None of it felt real.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, casting eerie shadows across the road. For a brief moment, the forest came alive, the trees twisting into unfamiliar shapes. The boy shivered, pulling his coat tighter around himself. He had the unsettling feeling that he wasnโt alone, that eyes were watching him from the darkness beyond the road. But whenever he looked, there was nothing. Only the shadows of the trees and the soft glow of the autumn leaves, barely clinging to their branches before drifting down to the wet ground below.
He kept walking, his shoes making a soft, sloshing sound in the puddles. The road seemed endless, stretching on into the horizon, always curving but never turning into anywhere. There were no signs, no houses, nothing but the road and the trees and the endless drizzle of rain. Somewhere deep within him, a gnawing fear began to grow-what if there was no end to this road? What if he was destined to walk it forever, lost and forgotten?
He didnโt know why, but he was searching for something, or someone. His heart told him so, even if his mind couldnโt remember. He had to find his way home, even if he didnโt know where that was. But how could he find something when he didnโt even know what it was he was looking for?
His legs grew heavy, and the cold seeped into his bones. The road blurred before his eyes, mixing with the mist and the rain, and he stumbled, nearly falling. He caught himself, breathing heavily. He couldnโt stop. He couldnโt rest. Not yet.
In the distance, through the swirling mist and rain, a faint light flickered-barely visible but unmistakable. Was it a house? A lantern? Hope stirred within him, fragile and trembling like the last leaf on a dying tree. He quickened his pace, the sound of his footsteps splashing in the puddles louder now. The light grew brighter, and with it came the faintest whisper of warmth.
But as he drew closer, something strange happened. The light began to flicker and distort, as if it was being pulled away from him. The road beneath his feet began to shift, the trees bending impossibly, their shadows stretching toward him. He stopped, blinking in confusion as the world around him began to change. The trees blurred, the road vanished, and the light-
Everything went dark.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of rain and the quiet rustling of leaves. And then, slowly, the boy opened his eyes. He was lying in the middle of the road, the full moon still shining above, the forest unchanged, silent and still.
Had it been a dream? A vision?
He didnโt know. But as he stood and began to walk again, the faintest glimmer of a memory stirred within him. Just a flicker, like a tiny spark in the darkness. A name. His name. And with it came the feeling that, perhaps, he was not as lost as he thought.
Maybe, just maybe, the road would lead him home.
What creativity and beauty in the music and the story it tells โค๐ข
Nรกdhernรฉ. ๐ค
3am, drinking chilled Joe, and cooking a snack w/ this music while my wife sleeps. Ahhhโฆ I love being a strange little weirdo. (I made Spanish rice w/ cubed ham, roasted corn, and a fried egg on top.)
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Glad i found this channelโค
I identify as first.
And who asked for your identity??
โโ@@conjured_up_skeletons6178has someone asked? I didnt know that. I just stated facts.
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Ya llega wey
Simรณn, puros engaรฑos
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