"Some feelings are too hard to say… that's why they turn into music."
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We were in a strange place.
A village… called Saanvra.
Where people couldn't speak.
Yes…
no screams,
no laughter,
not even tears with sound —
only eyes…
and hearts.
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Sera whispered softly:
> "There's an ancient curse on these people.
No one can stay here for long…
even music seems to hide in this place."
But I felt something different.
As if their silence…
was just waiting for a song.
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I sat down in the middle of the town.
People slowly gathered around me —
wordless,
but with questions in their eyes.
I picked up my guitar.
Tried to say something…
but instead…
I just let the strings speak.
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No lyrics.
Just a melody full of quiet pain.
> No intro.
No verse.
No chorus.
Just a song… that no one had ever heard before.
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And then…
something began to change.
A little girl —
sitting in the corner —
started clapping her hands… in rhythm with the tune.
Then another —
picked up a small water pot… and tapped it like a drum.
Slowly…
the entire village became a rhythm.
No words.
No "Hey!"
No voices…
And yet, louder than the entire world.
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The air in Saanvra began to move.
And the people…
they cried.
Without screaming. Without saying a word.
That's when I realized —
they'd always been speaking.
No one ever listened to their song.
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When the music ended…
no one clapped.
No one praised me.
But an old woman walked up to me.
Placed a small bell in my hand…
And through her eyes, she said:
> "You found the voice we lost, child."
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That day, I understood something:
> "Sometimes…
what can't be spoken…
is the very thing that needs to be heard the most."
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To be continued…