Some places speak through emotions,
and some… play them like instruments."
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When the first light of morning touched my eyes,
I opened them to find myself lying inside a moving cart.
It looked like a tiny traveling home,
with little bells hanging from the roof—
each chime ringing in rhythm with every bump on the road.
A flute was playing—
soft, slow, but alive.
And between its gentle notes,
a woman's voice echoed:
> "The next village is up ahead. Get ready."
I sat up slowly.
A little girl ran toward me and shouted,
"Ma! He's awake!"
Then came laughter…
and a warm hand gently touched my head.
> "Noen, you're with us now.
You're a son of the Vale family."
I was confused…
but somehow, at peace.
Every time the flute and harmonium played,
the pain inside me slowly began to dissolve.
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They told me,
> "We are performers—real ones.
We travel from village to village,
bringing smiles to faces that have forgotten how to smile."
Mira Vale — my new mother.
There was something in her voice
that spoke even in silence.
Toren Vale — my new father.
His smile was so genuine,
it felt like music lived inside his every breath.
And the little energetic kid—
Lio. My younger brother.
> "I play the drums! What do you play, big bro?"
I paused.
What could I say? That I used to play the guitar?
That I came from another world?
I just smiled.
> "I play the heart."
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That day marked the start of a new life.
We were heading to a new village.
The same place where I would get my first stage.
The place where the world would hear, for the first time—
> "This boy didn't just vanish…
he became the music itself."
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To be continued…