The Song Of The Cell Novels & Stories

– Thanh Phong asked. - Song from a secret garden. - She answered honestly. After his sad smile, the soft violin sounded, sometimes ethereal, sometimes soft. Thi San felt like it was the voice of a girl. The sound of his violin is very attractive but extremely sad. This timbre is like an invisible knife that cuts across her heart, not causing pain but extremely numb and bitter. Perhaps his heart is also filled with sorrow. Outside in the corridor, the practitioners who had just arrived stopped and listened to the melody that seemed to come from heaven.

“What do you want me to do after this?” “Prepare for the class.” The older woman said. “Simple anatomy and physiology chapter two, section five,” Judy said, and the younger woman laughed. “Yes, cardiology and the anatomy of the heart is simple and not at all confusing,” Larissa said as she continued to laugh. The two men looked at her for a moment. The fact that Larissa could remember the title of the chapter wasn’t surprising to the older woman, who had often thought about the fact the younger woman had a photographic memory. The men, however, were lost.

"Is that so, well can I hear it maybe we already know that song." "Alright, actually it saves on my playlist let me get my phone!" the girl said and then walk away to find her phone. Cindy simply let out a sigh of relief that the girl didn't notice anything. After an hour the engagement party finally starts. In the corner of the stage, there is where the band group of Cindy set their position and getting ready while waiting for the signal of the Host of the party. Then a few minutes the Host starts the ceremony. "Ladies and Gentleman let's welcome our Loving Couple Mr. Song Jin and Ms. Shin Ae-ril!."

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

I vocalized more of the song once his grip loosened enough for my breath to escape. His dark eyes found mine as he began to fall under my trance and out of Remmi's. I sang the song, hugging him to me as his body fell from mine, going limb as his lifeforce slipped away. "I'm sorry, so so so very sorry. Please please, forgive me," I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead.

It felt familiar, yet foreign—hauntingly beautiful. Nebula, her senses attuned to cosmic energies, murmured, "It's the Song of Veridia. But it's not just a song; it's a guide. We need to follow its resonance." Eldric nodded, "Songs are powerful chronicles in the Nexus. They hold memories, histories, and sometimes, answers." Lysandra, her eyes adjusting to the dim light within, said, "The walls... they're inscribed with tales. Tales of guardians past, of challenges faced, of sacrifices made."

Chapter 4: The Cracks in the Mask Alexia The dim light from the overhead bulb flickered, casting fleeting shadows across the damp walls of my cell. I stared at the steel door, my mind a whirlpool of confusion and despair. Each second dragged into an eternity, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water from a leaky pipe.

Linda, who was at the hospital with Tracy, leaped up with joy at the sound of her phone ringing. "Anthony, you've finally called! I just knew you couldn't stay away from your girls! "Tracy is right here, honey. Say 'hi' to Daddy, Tracy." Soon, Tracy's voice, tinged with hurt, floated over the line. "Daddy, why don't you visit me? Mommy says you don't want us anymore." Once upon a time, Tracy's little whines would have made Anthony want to move heaven and earth for her. However, the words 'azoospermia' blazed from the lab report in his hand, taunting him for being such a gullible fool.

He had a rock. I had the crown. I pulled the key out. In the pitch black of the cell, it felt like a chunk of ice. I traced the interlocking circles on the handle with my thumb. "Speak to me," I muttered. My voice was a gravelly rasp. "If you’re the First Song, then sing." Nothing happened. The silver in the walls continued to hum a flat, painful note that made my head throb. I leaned my head back against the wall. The feral depression was a physical weight, a thick, black oil that filled my lungs. I didn't want to fight. I wanted the mountain to finish what it started. I wanted the silence Richard had found.

'Hah, just one thing after another. "You owe me a lot after this," I whispered to her which made her look at me with confused eyes. I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" The whole hall became extremely quiet. That was the beginning of the song that Celene composed. It was meant to be sung in a low tone voice, as if the singer was depressed and sad, telling things in her mind to shut up. But with this band shaken to the core, let's cause another thing to wake them up from their senses.