The Dance of the Wind and Dreams

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The sky was gray, and the sea was calm yet fierce. There, once again, her heart felt like a tiny bird...

A little girl walking barefoot on the beach's sand… gazing at the sea as if she were breathing in her dreams… she wanted to fly with herself... with her dreams… And there he was, the wind passing softly, as always… he wanted to talk to her but didn’t want to frighten her.

He knew well that she didn’t want to place her fears; she only wanted to begin...

She didn’t see anyone around her, just the wind gently brushing her cheeks and whispering softly.

The wind told her calmly:
"I feel you, even if you don't say a word..."

The little girl answered in a broken voice:
"Maybe I no longer want to talk... and every stop of yours reflects me... so you must have come from a place outside the cycle of repetition."

The wind smiled and said:
"It’s true that I come and go, but I don’t forget difficult beginnings... they’re just a path's start... the face might seem cloudy, but it holds the strength of thunder. You don’t need to be strong; just don’t break..."

A girl stood looking at the waves as they crashed violently, as if seeing her reflection in them... a child who doesn’t follow instructions...

If you don’t feel like a hero sometimes… ask yourself, child, why are you running?

She was answered by her own shadow:
"I’m here to remind you of your fears, and everything you don’t forgive yourself for."

The child replied to her shadow:
"But he is the one who is afraid of confrontation and wants to face me silently, secretly!"

The shadow smiled for the first time and helped her walk forward… she wanted to feel the sand under her feet, the freedom of movement, like a small child.

The girl started to believe the words... she looked deep into the waves and realized they were not waves at all—they were losses she was afraid to confront... fears that overwhelmed her and shattered her dream before it could begin...

The wind blew with strength as if to erase the child’s name from memory... and time passed to tell her that even if she lost her path...

Wind: "You are not small; you are just unable to express what you want… in a way that makes the sky rain and the clouds thunder and the earth tremble with emotions… you were never weak, child. You just needed a foundation."

The girl: "But I’m still afraid… I feel I’m not enough and that my silence is louder than any scream... how can I sleep with such a burden?"

The shadow answered:
"This burden isn’t from your age… it’s the questions of a small child with a soul older than her age."

The wind: "But it isn’t bigger than your heart... of course not, my little one. You were not meant to fade away. You were meant to write your story… not for anyone to own but you."

The shadow: "Oh little one, you are comparing yourself to others when you shouldn't… you race the flowers, but they all bloom their own way and at the right time."

A girl stood, determined to face her reality. She stepped into the sea’s heart