Josie
The moment Kiel's voice poured into the air, everything inside me came alive. It was like something ancient within me remembered how to breathe again. His melody wasn't just a sound—it was a pulse, a vibration that threaded through my bones, through the soil beneath my feet, and into the wild rhythm of the world itself.
I could feel it—this connection, this strange, sacred harmony linking me to him, to the earth, to the whispers of the unseen. It was overwhelming and beautiful all at once. My chest ached, not from pain but from the sheer power of it, as if I had been holding my breath for years and was finally exhaling.
As Kiel sang, the air thickened with warmth. It wrapped around me like invisible hands, gentle yet commanding. His eyes found mine briefly, shimmering like sunlight glinting off steel. That one look—steady, confident, sure—ignited something in me that I'd buried under fear and guilt.
And then I felt it—my magic, my essence, reaching out to meet his song.
