Since the beginning of time... there have been countless realms
Some born of light, others of shadow.
Worlds not measured by distance nor confined by time,
Breathing through hidden frequencies,
Built upon melodies only those attuned can hear.
So… are we children of these realms,
Or prisoners of their destinies?
Do we live what we choose?
Or is what we see as choice merely an inner frequency that pulled us toward it… because it resembled us?
Who offers us the path?
Do we reach out to destiny
Or has destiny held us since we were just a thought… before we were even born?
Emotions like realms never arrive by chance.
Love, sorrow, fear, that strange pull…
They are all messages, signals from a path not drawn by our hands,
But drawn for us,
With astonishing precisio
According to our original vibrations.
There is no coincidence in this world,
And no absolute freedom.
Everyone we meet,
Everyone we lose,
Every door that opens or closes…
It happened because, deep down, we resembled it.
In a world where realms inscribe the fate of souls
Upon the walls of light and shadow,
We are not meant to understand…
But to hear the echo within,
To see truth reflected in a stranger's eyes,
To know that no path brings us closer
Except the one that was always ours from the start.
For you are… but a note,
Searching for its frequency
In a universe
That chose you