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INTRO

By Vera Von Monika

The world holds its breath in the half-light,
shadows stretching like echoes across the floor.
Every pulse, every tremor,
marks the rhythm of what is about to unfold.

A single note hangs in the air,
then fractures into a cascade of sound,
spinning threads of possibility,
pulling the unseen into motion.

I step forward,
feet tracing the lines of forgotten corridors,
hands brushing the walls of memory and fire.
The air hums with expectation,
a melody written before time began.

Stories fold into one another,
faces, voices, moments yet lived
spinning like galaxies around a silent center.
Here, at the edge of light and shadow,
everything waits
ready to ignite,
ready to shatter,
ready to become.

And I rise.
A first chord breaking through the quiet,
a heartbeat louder than doubt,
an arrival that cannot be ignored.
This is the beginning.
This is the overture.
This is Intro.

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