A Sound Soul Dwells Within A Sound Mind นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The promise lived in the marrow of my intent, whispered in the stillness of my own mind, bound with the weight of my will. Come dawn, your voice shall return.

They had a boy barely older than Jamie ring a handbell at every word Amen until the sound was a net. The House of Sacred Song knew what all devotions learn late: sound moves through stone. Sound holds. Sound binds. I do not know whether my hunger will learn to bind me stronger than their iron did. I fear the answer. I fear more that it will not. The night gave me its full attention. That is not a comfort. A siren far off keened like a priest who has forgotten which God he serves. A neighbor above her rooms argued with a box that vomited numbers. A drunk two streets over tried to fight a door and lost.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

I wanted to cry, to scream, but as always, in my dreams I was tied down, face up, legs spread, unable to move, just waiting for them to come for me again. Waiting for the terror to begin anew. A prison made of memories. A wound that never closed. But then, something changed. Something impossible. While I wept, a voice emerged from the void. It was sweet, soft, different. It didn’t command me. It didn’t hurt me. It whispered. —“ It’s okay, sunshine. You’re safe,",” it murmured, hypnotically soft. My body reacted before my mind could. I relaxed, clinging to those words like a lifeline in the middle of the storm.

The gentle rustling of leaves, carried away by the forceful gusts of wind, fills my ear canals. The dulcet tones of a beloved melody, orchestrated by the very hand of Mother Nature, overflow into the air. It’s like she is whispering to me in a hushed tone, saying, "Don't throw in the towel. Fight. You got to own your mind, body, and soul, kid. It's the only way to survive in this world. The streets are tough, and the sharks are always circling. But if you're in control of yourself, they can't touch you.” I absorb all the wise words she hums solely for me.

he admitted and bowed his head. “Yes, Blake, you can't fight through everything,” I said. “You should try using that brain of yours.” “What do you suggest we do?” he asked. I went towards him and crossed my arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear. “They are listening to us. That day we went hiking, I heard your voice in my mind. Can you do it again?” He spoke without moving his lips. “Can you hear me?” “Yes,” I said in my mind. “Can you hear me?”

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

Soul Mind And, Body. *****

Its sound was like music that brought the same peace of silence to a mind hounded by cacophonous murmurs of death. Calling to me.

Chapter 41: Don’t be afraid “My soul has been searching for you. Your soul and mine are one,” “We appear and disappear within each other. I close my eyes, even though you are miles away, I can feel you in every breathe I take. We are always meant to be as one.”