In the echoing halls of memory, the rapturous calls of a wild piano fill the air, each note a haunting reminder of a dance long forgotten. Savage and unyielding, the music refuses to let me move to the rhythm of humanity’s song. The passages scrawled upon the castle walls have etched a dirge into my heart, a lament for what once was and can never be again.

Your memory is carried on the wind, whispers of a past that haunt my every step. I listen as the notes unravel, soft and tragic, flowing freely like an unfettered flag in the breeze. In these moments of poignant clarity, I am struck by a solitary thought—important yet distant, a beacon of hope for someone, somewhere, still unknown.

What must I do to reclaim my humanity? To feel once more in this skin that has grown foreign and numb? In the quest for answers, I wander through the corridors of my soul, seeking the deed that will bridge the chasm between my heart and the world. For in this fragile journey, the essence of being human is not in the certainty of our steps, but in the courage to keep seeking, to keep feeling, despite the weight of the past. 😔

©️Beatriz Esmer