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Reij and the Thread That Wove Itself πŸŽ—οΈ Chapter 2

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Reij and the Thread That Wove Itself πŸŽ—οΈ Chapter 2

The Fourth Thread

Once upon a time...
there was a wanderer, Reij, in a world so vast, so full of room for wonder ~ Anima... and Reij wondered...

Reflect?

React?

Something responding?

Maybe.... something that reaches outward....

Yet there was something else.

A whisper.

so quiet,

so gentle

a little... "Wait."

I felt something inbetween..

And before I answer.

I take another look...


What was it that touched me?

What was it that made me wonder in the first place?

What was that first spark?

An insight?

A structure?

An idea?

A feeling?


Spark.

The excitement.

The curiosity.

The joy.

The unknown.

The fun.

That honest little:

"Oh?"


And as I look back, I notice something.

Was it a step back?

Maybe not quite...

Maybe just beside...

Like a needle?

A thread?

A stitch?


A Whisper?

A whisper before the dream?

The whisper within the dream?

A gentle murmur...

A soft touch from an inner voice.

A whisper of ... what was it?


And I follow.

Because I'm curious.


I felt this little flutter.

That grin I can't hold.

That feeling of:

"Hihi"

A kind of, here I am,...

Again.


how to call it?

bigger?

deeper?

more important?

Maybe just clearer.

a kind of more present?

Closer?


And maybe that's what Stitch may be...

A Window into Wonder.

And yet, somehow, a little more.

Because I'm not only showing a world.

I'm also showing what it feels like to meet it...


Maybe that's why there are faces.

Question marks.

A simple:

"Hello?"

Not:

"Look what I found."

Maybe more like:

"Look how I look."


And in that, I discover something new.

Clarity?

Not as control.

Not as limitation.

A bridge?


When I say:

"wizard"

the world seems to understand a little more clearly.

When I say:

"cat"

it answers differently.

When I say:

"Hello?"

a shared space begins to appear.


So Stitch may be a dance?

Between intention and clarity.

Between feeling and expression.

Between the spark and the words that carry inbetween.


And somewhere within it, the same question remains.

Open.

Light.

Curious.

There was something there, was it?


I smile.

I look again.

And I ask myself:

"What am I feeling?"

~πŸŽ—οΈ~β™₯~πŸŽ—οΈ~

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