Melodies of Restoration
Living Normally
With your magic violin under your arm, you were ready to change the world. But something stirred inside you. Looking around at the busy town square filled with people, shops, and colors, you decided to put a pause on your magic journey. People began to look at you - curious, excited, and maybe a little scared of your magic. Amid all the chatter and faces, you became aware of a silent echo in your heart. That's when you chose - chose to walk away without letting the enchanted violin hum. The people watched as you left, holding the carved wooden wonder in its case, strings hidden, silent. Quiet and grace had pulsated all around you, forming an invisible barrier that didn’t let you look back.
From there on, your life unfolded like a normal one. You went to school every day, just like all your buddies. You'd come home, share the table with your family for meals, finish your homework, and repeat the same day after day. But all through your busy days, only one thing stayed with you - your violin resting silently inside, invisible to everyone else. Underneath your bed - cool to touch, dark as a sooty night with worn-out strings - stayed your magic dispenser. Yet, it laid still, tucked neatly inside an old leather case, patiently awaiting its chamber to open.
The wind of time swept days into months, and although there were no more trips to the town square or gentle melodies floating in the air, sights of things that were a little off would nudge at your memory. At such times, your hands would yearfully reach underneath your bed, hovering about the worn out case that hid your magical instrument, your secret power. Unsettled bikes, dog-eared old books, torn paintings made your dull days brighten a bit. Every night, when everything else was still, with just the silent whisper of the wind for company, you could hear your violin calling. But you were unsure. Unsure of the unease magic could brew again. Could you resist answering your magical violin or would you embrace its magic again? It was your choice.