Inspired by musical piece

A door shone like the light of the moon, adorned with excitement. With all her enthusiasm and thrill, she kissed it with her hand, pushed it open forcefully, and entered.

She found herself in front of a youthful red flower covered in dew drops. She picked it, capturing her first love. As she leaned closer to inhale the fragrance of her initial feeling, she heard the drums of war pounding violently and resolutely. The sound of bullets echoed everywhere; the scene became drenched in blood. The petals of the flower cracked and wilted within her grip, mingling with the pulse of anguish flowing from the veins of her hand. They had to part ways; the conflict had begun.

She looked toward the back of the hall and saw a black door, devoid of features. She slowly opened it and began to step forward. The place was shrouded in darkness; she felt fear, yet she accepted fate’s decision. Her eyes scanned the area, barely able to see some grasses and trees around her. Moments later, she began to be dragged by the claws of oppression, tearing her apart, mercilessly chewing her until she collapsed to the ground. Her soul screamed within her silent body, and the echo of tragedy resonated throughout her spirit, but it reflected silence around her. The magnitude of the shock surpassed the letters of any alphabet known to humanity. The waves of her moans were louder than the sounds that human ears could perceive.

She slowly dragged the wreckage of her remains, crawling in the depths of reality, trying to stand and reclaim what was left of her life. She crawled toward a beam of light that appeared in one corner of the space.

The escape from that depression and psychological torment was increasingly painful for her consciousness. The detachment from the cocoon within her was more burdensome than what had happened to her. She violently tore away from the shadows, dragging her limbs across that abyss. Her feet quietly touched the ground of the third chamber, and she began to wander in a place covered in blossoms. However, thorns emerged from every pore of it, and with every step, they stole a piece of her garment or a patch of her skin. Despite this pain, she refused to search for an exit from this space. The memory of her suffering in the dark hall never left her for a moment, making her tremble at the mere thought of what awaited her at her next station; thus, her choice was the lesser of two evils.

She spent days and months wrapping herself around the place and her own thoughts like a prisoner who willingly confined herself in a space that stole what remained of her. Until that day came when she grew weary of her bitter reality; she began to search for a way out. There was no exit around her, perhaps there was... beneath her... She began to forcefully remove the plants while blood began to drip from her hands. After several months, she found that wooden gate, which led to an empty stone room. There was nothing in it except a mattress, a bottle of water, and a metal plate with some balm for wounds. She told herself: "This is the resting chamber; here I will rest." She quenched her thirst, treated her wounds, and lay down on the mattress, then fell into a deep existential slumber. She remained in that stupor for a long time, covered by the crusts of stagnation and monotony, until one day she opened her eyes and began to break the crusts wrapped around her, shaking them off with vitality. Then she jumped from her bed, searching for the exit.

There was no exit around her; there were two options: return to one of the previous stations to be a captive of her memories or stay here forever.

She shouted, "I will not be a prisoner of the whims of fate!" She took that metal plate and began to scratch the wall for many days until light entered through that crack, guiding her to her goal. She withdrew from the doors of the past and sketched her destiny with her own hand. She left those memories behind and ran freely in breathtaking nature, discovering life in all its beauty and challenges with passion, moving steadily toward a world she had envisioned in her imagination, where she would meet her dreams.