"When music doesn't just touch pain… it breaks the chains too."
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There was something strange in the air.
We had just reached a town beyond Saanvra —
a place called Velmore.
A beautiful town —
but everything… felt hollow.
People didn't smile.
No laughter.
No voices.
Only a strange kind of silence…
…that didn't feel alive.
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I sensed it the moment we arrived —
something was wrong.
Sera whispered:
> "These people… they seem to be under some ancient magic."
"Like a spell has locked away their emotions."
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I approached a little girl and gently asked:
> "Are you okay?"
She nodded…
but her eyes were full of unshed tears.
> "Do you want to say something?"
Still… only silence.
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I picked up my guitar.
And this time… I stayed silent too.
But my melody…
was not.
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> A deep bass chord — like something cracking open from inside.
A high-pitched hum — like a voice trying to break free.
And then… a soft rhythm… beating in sync with the heart.
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The people of Velmore began to turn toward me.
And then it happened —
A scream.
A man —
who had never spoken in years —
suddenly cried out and broke down.
Then another…
And then… another.
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The spell —
the one that had sealed their feelings for so long —
began to crack.
> It wasn't magic.
It was music… that shattered the chains.
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A woman ran to embrace her child.
An old man held his son's hand and wept.
Everything…
because of one melody.
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I stood there,
my guitar strings still vibrating.
But I didn't speak.
They did.
> "I'm sorry…"
"I'm tired of hiding…"
"I'm still alive…"
"I… feel too."
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When I finally stopped playing,
Sera looked at me and said:
> "Noen… your music doesn't just touch pain anymore…
you're breaking it."
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And that day, I understood something:
> Music is not just to feel…
it can free.
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To be continued…