The character, in this troubled night, wandered according to his thoughts. An oppressive silence enveloped everything, as if the universe had decided to put an end to his words. The words that usually flowed from his lips mingled with the shadows of night visions, slipping away whenever he tried to grasp them. In this dream, he was frantically looking for a voice, a familiar melody, but only the echo of a void reigned. Distressed, he understood that this silent flight was only a prelude, a warning of the inaction that awaited his heart at the dawn of the coming day. The character felt a shiver run through him as the first light of dawn began to creep into the horizon casting ethereal shadows across the ground. Each step he took seemed heavier as if the weight of his untold stories clung to him like a shroud. He searched the sky for answers among the swirling clouds but found only uncertainties reflecting his own turmoil. Yet within that uncertainty flickered a spark of resolve igniting a determination he thought lost. He would not let the day break him nor allow the silence to drown his voice any longer. He would reclaim the narrative stolen from him by fear and doubt. With each breath he took, he could feel the pulse of life returning igniting the embers of hope that had long been dormant. The landscape around him transformed as the sun climbed higher painting the world in vivid colors. He stepped forward into the light ready to confront the shadows that had haunted him. A newfound clarity enveloped him as he embraced the possibility of change understanding that his story was not yet finished but merely waiting for the courage to be told. He paused at the edge of a forest bathed in golden sunlight where the trees whispered secrets of old. Each rustle urged him deeper into the heart of the unknown where his fears lay hidden beneath layers of leaves and memories. The path ahead seemed uncertain yet he felt an intoxicating pull that beckoned him to forge ahead. With resolve blossoming in his chest he stepped into the underbrush each footfall echoing like a heartbeat reminding him that he was alive ready to weave his tale amidst the wild beauty of the world around him. He inhaled the fragrant air filled with the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. Each breath seemed to unlock a forgotten part of himself, layers of courage entwined with budding aspirations. As he ventured deeper, the sunlight filtered through the canopy casting playful patterns on the ground. Shadows danced around him, but this time they felt less like threats and more like companions guiding him forward. He understood then that within this wilderness lay not only his fears but also the chance to rediscover who he truly was, untethered and free to write his own destiny anew. He pressed onward feeling the energy of the forest intertwine with his resolve. The voices of the past echoed less sharply now replaced by the whispers of possibility that floated through the air. Each step carried him closer to a clearing where the trees parted to reveal an expanse bathed in radiant light. Here he felt the weight of the world lighten as if the very ground beneath him pulsed with promise. With a deep breath he opened his heart to the adventure ahead ready to embrace the unknown paths that would shape his story into something beautiful and real He felt a rush of exhilaration as he crossed into the clearing where the light embraced him wholly. In this sacred space, every leaf shimmered with potential and the air hummed with unspoken dreams. He knew this was a threshold moment a point where past and future collided. Empowered he began to move with intention each stride echoing his commitment to uncover the truths that lay buried inside. The world felt vibrant alive and as he stood amidst it the remnants of his fears started to dissolve revealing a canvas waiting for his brush to create a masterpiece full of hope and resilience. In that moment of clarity he closed his eyes letting the warmth of the sun wash over him stirring the dormant dreams within. He envisioned each path ahead as a brushstroke waiting to take form leading him to revelations yet unseen. With newfound courage he took a step forward and then another each one a declaration of his intent to live boldly. The clearing pulsed with energy as if affirming his choice urging him to trust the journey ahead. He was ready to face what lay beyond the horizon believing that every challenge would sculpt him into the person he was meant to be.

By Carlos del Puente