Potanda's Mindverse

 Let's set the scene: As the dark night ascended, she stood in the middle of nowhere with strings surrounding her. All she is now, all she was, and all she could be. Invisible hands are pushing her all around, but she remains in her place, taking the blows. Looking up to the sky. Stars are turning, time is passing, and she feels everything she ever knew about her existence on this planet is a lie. They told her she was supposed to feel safe with her magic. They told her: to get to the sky and beyond, you have to learn spells and prevail in their wisdom. But the more she learns, the more she's been held down by this heavy, breathtaking, suffocating wisdom. Still, she's looking up. It's been 2 years now that she started this journey, but she's not changing, she's slowly fading. What if she was never meant to reach the sky? What if the broom they handed her only flies when she surrenders her spells and follows the dark?  She's barely breathing, she's alread...

The pain never go away. You cope with it and you learn to accept it.  I am sorry for everything that caused you pain. And I would do anything to just get the chance to talk to you again and tell you how much I love you. I could've been a better daughter. Sometimes I was angry, rage consumed me from understanding that this was your first life as well, and you making mistakes just means you're human. I learned late how much pain you held in your heart, but you were a man. A true man and a family head, and you suffered just to keep us alive. I hate everyone who made your life harder. I can never forgive them, but you did. I lost you so early in life, but I needed you still. The only I could do is to assure you in your final days that I will keep the family together and I will provide for them like you did. But I need you, I feel like failing in everything and it's only your advice that I need. Your ethics, your experience, your support. Most of all, your security. I was not as...