It's thrilling, isn't it? This realisation, this form that heralds the awakened. From the chaos that nature brings and within the winds sweeping to change, in finality, this is to what it comes. With fumbled hands rewoven and stilted words reborn, we leave to display our design, our final piece to be played. Indeed, it is the end of a beautiful turn. The music sheets flutter to the ground as our roles solidify into the theatrical pieces we are yet to perform. It is time..
As I step barefoot onto the stage and take my place, slowly turning to face the hungry eyes, I smile. I am ready to hold my own.
It is not the fear that drives me, nor their expectations of what is to be, but it is the joy to which I lose myself upon hearing the notes begin to hum; a distant whisper of a dancing within the soul. All within a moment, alive.
Nothing can take away that which you make for yourself. And so, let me begin...
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