Some voices should never be heard.
I hear them anyway.
A violin plays on its own, holding the memory of a spirit that has waited for a very long time.
A mind stirs inside a machine, not asking how it works, but what it remembers.
Something beyond this world is watching—not to interfere, but simply to observe.
The voices come from the living, the dead, and sometimes from things once called gods. They don’t ask for mercy or forgiveness. They only want to be heard.
I didn’t choose this. But when something crosses the boundary between worlds, I’m usually the first to notice.
I sometimes wonder whether the boundary is real—
between human, ghost, and something older than both?
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