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Epilogue:The Pulse Between:And now I sit in the quiet left behind.
Here, amidst the incomplete, I discover the power in stillness and the magic of becoming my own destination
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Part IV Becoming:Something shifts without announcing itself.
Shadows breathe in time with my pulse. Mirrors do not reflect — they absorb. I unfold into what I cannot name…
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Part III Solitude:Solitude finds me when I stop performing.
The room folds around me like a lover. I sink into corners no one knows exist. My presence is its own echo.
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Part II Smoke~Smoke teaches me patience.
Green hush coils around my wrists. Fingers catch light in the curl of smoke. Breath becomes a river…
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Part I Movement*My body moves before I decide to let it.
In motion, I don’t question my body. I trust it. I let it lead me back to something I forgot I knew—that I am allowed to take up space without explaining why.
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Prologue: An Soft Invocation
I dance. I love the tree I smoke when I dance — not to disappear, but to arrive…