"But you know the tragedy is the bird itself chose silence long before it stopped singing." - Unknown
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At first, there was quiet piano music playing. Children seemed to form a choir such as the one's in church, harmonizing with the sound of the piano...they fused like bread and honey, sounding like the strains of a waltz. I heard a voice, a voice I was so familiar with...I ran after the voice. My heart blossomed. It told me I'll be safe.
It changed. I felt a sense of falling, as if a part of me fell, while the other remained running after the voice I had missed in my dreams. Perhaps I went the wrong way, perhaps it was safer for me to go that way, but I kept on running.
The setting changed. I found myself in an empty room, that is sud
