Trust - the true currency.

Every day for so many years.

Light, airy, and bright.

We chase these dreams; we push the limit.

We play, we howl, we delight

and then we see each other -

and we recoil at the sight.

Seeing myself through your eyes,

always a roll of the dice.

When you watch me as you fall

and I cannot move.

It does not matter how far you have come

IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW FAST WE RUN.

If I don't matter. You don't matter.

Does anyone matter at all?

~ "Musings" written by Resigner, 13 August 2023.

Keeping it brief today. I'm taking confessions. Mostly my own.

Distant howl

I.

In a world where legends intertwine with reality, there was a realm known as Eldoria.

In this mystical land, stories whispered of a courageous warrior who had defied time itself to protect the innocent and maintain the balance between darkness and light.

His name was Aric, and his exploits were sung in bedtime tales to each new generation.

One fateful night, as the moon bathed the land in silver light, Aric's latest battle took place. He faced a formidable foe, a malevolent sorcerer whose powers threatened to plunge Eldoria into eternal darkness.

Aric had always been a fighter. Not a rogue warrior bent on destruction, yet he never did enjoy beeing inlisted in senseless politics. After a harrowing clash, a battle that lasted three days and suck at his strength Aric emerged victorious, but at a great cost.

Mortally wounded and sensing his time drawing near, Aric invoked a mysterious incantation that was said to grant a single boon to the pure of heart.

The incantation's magic intertwined with Aric's essence, his soul becoming bound to the cycle of reincarnation. As his life ebbed away, his form dissolved into light, and he faded from the world, leaving only whispers of his legendary deeds behind.

II.

Centuries later, in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, a girl named Hope was born. From a tender age, she exhibited an uncanny ability to sense the currents of fate and destiny. Her luminous eyes seemed to hold secrets from a distant past, and her presence radiated an aura of ancient wisdom.

As Hope grew, her talents expanded. She began to understand that she was the reincarnation of Aric, the legendary warrior of old. Though she had no direct memories of her past lives, she felt a deep connection to the tales she had heard since childhood.

Bedtime stories of Aric's bravery and valor seemed to resonate within her, guiding her actions and many of her life choices.

Hope's abilities soon drew the attention of those seeking guidance and insight. As the village's renown "Reader", she employed her gifts to aid those in need, offering glimpses into their destinies and providing advice in times of uncertainty.

People would travel far, to seek her counsel, believing that her unique connection to the past granted her insights beyond the ordinary.

Hope's path was not without its challenges. As whispers of her true identity spread, some saw her as a threat, fearing the power of a reincarnated warrior. Others sought to exploit her gifts for their own gain. Yet, Hope remained steadfast, using her abilities to protect the innocent and preserve the balance that Aric had fought so valiantly to maintain.

In her own journey, Hope uncovered fragments of her past lives, piecing together the legacy of Aric and the battles he had fought. With each revelation, her connection to her former self deepened, and she embraced her role as the guardian of Eldoria's destiny.

With each person sworn to secrecy, misunderstood rumours spread like forest fire. Her skills as a healer, fortune teller and reincarnation of the wise warrior Aric, weaving a new chapter into the ancient legends. Her unwavering courage, compassion, and commitment to justice ensured that Aric's legacy would continue to thrive, inspiring generations to come.

And suddenly the stories changed; bedtime stories that once carried the tale of a valiant warrior now recounted the adventures of a new hero, bridging the gap between the past and the present in the tapestry of Eldoria's history.

The tales of Hope, the fortune teller and reincarnation of the wise warrior Aric were now bound with legacy. A new story, one written by Hope herself, had become embedded in these new tales.

Hope had tried to escape, changed her name, bleached the colour from her once long hair.

She prayed for belief, courage and love, and the knowledge to use to sing a lullaby to a disillusioned generation, seeking advice from a time past in a world where shadows seemed to stretch longer, and hope felt like a distant memory.

III.

Now there existed a generation that had been dispossessed of their dreams and aspirations. The world was draped in uncertainty, and the very essence of belief had waned like a fading star.

Still, even in this somber backdrop, a spark of possibility still glimmered, waiting to be rekindled. In a humble village named Lumina, a young girl named Elara, the great granddaughter of a recluse lived.

Elara possessed courage and believed in indomitable nature of the human spirit. Her heart, like lit like flame, burned with the desire to inspire her dispossessed generation, to help them reclaim the dreams that had slipped through their fingers.

Elara's journey began when she discovered an old, tattered book of forgotten lullabies. A book Hope had written years before.

These lullabies weren't mere songs to soothe infants; they were melodies of hope, stories woven in rhyme that held the secrets to rekindling belief and courage. With each lullaby, the essence of love and strength was imbued, waiting for a voice to awaken them.

Determined to bring these forgotten lullabies to life, Elara embarked on a quest to find the scattered remnants of her dispossessed generation. She travelled through cities weighed down by apathy and across desolate landscapes where dreams had been discarded.

Everywhere she went, she sang the lullabies she had found, her voice a beacon of warmth against the cold winds of despair. As Elara sang, the magic of the lullabies began to take effect. Hearts that had long forgotten how to dream began to stir. Faces that had worn masks of resignation cracked into smiles of hope.

The melodies spoke to the longing for something more, igniting the flames of belief that had been hidden deep within each person's soul.

The journey was not without its challenges. There were those who mocked Elara's efforts, who scoffed at the idea that mere songs could change anything. Yet, she pressed on, unwavering in her belief that with love and courage, one could indeed shape destinies.

IV.

One day, Elara encountered a young artist named Kai, whose dreams of creating vibrant works of art had been smothered by the weight of doubt. Through her lullabies, Elara showed Kai that belief in his talent could make colours dance on canvas once more. As Kai's art blossomed, so did the belief in his heart, and his newfound courage inspired others to follow their passions.

Word of Elara and Kai's love spread, and her lullabies echoed through the land, transforming dispossessed souls into believers once again. The once disheartened generation began to rise, reclaiming their dreams with newfound determination.

The world, once shrouded in darkness, was gradually illuminated by the collective glow of belief, courage, and love. Elara sang her lullabies under the starlit skies of Lumina, while the place that had once been a cold void now grew into a beacon of hope. The dispossessed generation found their voices, their dreams, and their purpose. They realized that the power to shape their destiny was within them all along, waiting to be awakened by the magic of belief, courage, and love.

Today we all know these tales, whispered from mother to child.

A timeless story whispered to each new generation, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the simple melody of a lullaby can carry the transformative power of the human spirit.

⨔Fin

I should be so lucky ☝️. (Do not fret- that will NOT be today's song.

Resigner 💜

On that 🎼

🔞🔕 Just in case.

#justmoveforward

Resigner💜

So why are you still here? Go forth and conquer, "Subhuman" friends, keep your heads up. (And on 😉)

🪝Keep on reading. Cinders is waiting for Red to wake.