what value do you place on your soul?
In the heart of a realm suspended between sky and Gaia, a Royal Eagle stood with nobility, a living symbol of freedom and strength. Its presence inspired all those who aspired to surpass their limits, to touch the infinite. Yet, in this world of unparalleled beauty, dark envy slithered, embodied by the figure of a thieving Magpie. The latter, burning with jealousy for the Eagle's indomitable spirit, plotted in the shadows, breaking its wing with a vile betrayal.
The malicious act condemned the Eagle to a vertiginous fall, turning the sky from a kingdom to a prison. Its cry of pain was a lament that crossed the boundaries of the soul, a sound all too familiar to anyone who has ever faced despair. But in the depths of that despair, the Eagle found an inexhaustible glimmer of determination. It would not let its story be written by an act of malice. Reborn from the ashes of betrayal, the Eagle embarked on a journey of healing that went beyond mere physicality; it was a spiritual path, an awakening. It discovered worlds it had previously ignored, learned from those who walked below, and gathered stories of pain, hope, and resilience. The Eagle, once the lady of the skies, now became a messenger of wisdom, a symbol of strength not derived from altitude, but from the depth of being.
Its story intertwined with the haunting notes of a song, "Heart of Glass" by Blondie, reinterpreted by the husky soul of Miley Cyrus. The music became the Eagle's voice, an anthem to resilience, a call to fight against adversity. Every sung word, every played note, echoed the Eagle's transformation, symbolizing the inner journey of anyone who has had to learn to fly in a new way.
And so, the Royal Eagle transcended its condition. With a broken wing, it rose not in the sky, but in the hearts of those who watched it, teaching that the greatest trials are not those that bring us down, but those that allow us to discover who we really are. Its story became not one of loss, but of immeasurable gain: the awareness that even when we lose something precious, we can gain something priceless - the strength to move forward, the ability to reinvent ourselves.
There is no end, only transformation; there is no final conclusion, but a new beginning. The Royal Eagle, with its renewed spirit, becomes a beacon of hope for all those facing darkness. It teaches us that it does not matter how many times we fall, but how many times we are willing to rise, to fight, to rewrite our story under a limitless sky. And in this journey, music accompanies us, reminding us that true freedom is found in the resilience of the soul.
thanks for reading @ibesso
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Sometimes we are up and well...the rest is fown but we bounce bounce and bounce just like the catalope taught us to do.
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@weisser-rabe @theluvbug
In the journey of life, the Melon bounces its moods, hoping to meet the Prosciutto, embracing it tightly. The union of contrasts creates the most memorable flavors of our journey.
Can a bouncing melon embrace...if it bounces too hard it will fall apart... the prosciutto will be needed as a tight bandage.
Sleep tight moon.
sounds good! good night!
Music is an amazing friend that speaks to you always at every turn of life. And on hope we shall cling, I pray it carries us well
Yes, I believe that when you listen to a piece of music that gives you goosebumps, you’re on the right path, and your soul is pure. Thank you. Have a special Sunday, you and your family, and may music keep your hearts open to life.
Thank you so much Ibesso
Indeed trials we face in life exhibit some traits in us we never knew existed. I see it as our survival instinct.
We have to soar high like the eagle above every challenges to stay at the top. the more we fight, the more the obstacles and challenges become so easy as time passes by.
You're absolutely right, and if your soul is wrapped in a pearl, beware of thieving magpies.
You served us food for thought again.
Thank you for this unique story.
Thank you, @freewritehouse, I try my best to express my thoughts riding the wave of this beautiful community. I confess that I often find myself fearful and unsure about expressing the feelings that cross my mind, knowing that they are appreciated helps me to express them, thank you sincerely.👋
Why doing your best? The idea is you write no matter if it makes sense. It will all fall on it's place one day and if not it's good too.
We wish you inspiration and happy freewriting.
Thank you, friend!
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https://x.com/maovecchi/status/1773877267212403092?s=20
I think your links on X do not work. You can delete it and post again.
I need to check the car now.
https://x.com/maovecchi/status/1773877267212403092?s=20
now?
I didn't mean this link although after I used it X told me I was not allowed tonsign in. They blocked me. I think the Xians are fighting me too. It feels as if yje entire world fights me, time to leave...the cat, crow, owl and dragons are ready just like Woof.
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P.s. i ment your tlx post the tags you used there don't work but because you are a big hit now no need to care or be nervous
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The Xians, an inferior species of degenerates destined for extinction, represent the challenge that awaits me. I'm waiting for a messenger tweet that will illuminate my new path, I'm now fond of it. Your ego boost flatters me, but I doubt I deserve it, considering I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about when you quote the tags to my tlx post. It doesn't matter, What matters is where the cat, the crow, the owl, the dragons and Woof will go.
They all go with me Death too.
ZYou know Twitter the bird is dead right? If not Woof ate it which you could have noticed in the vineyard as he told those map thieves to leave..
I will be your book critic when you are famous and make up a lot of blah blah blah just like those art critics do.
Also cool we start an X author account one on TikTok, FB and Instagram and promote the books you never wrote, we can tell the Xians to comment and tell how great your books are. Before you know it you have 150 bestsellers which never saw the daylight.
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Perhaps I should try impersonating Queen Máxima. Who knows? In this upside-down world of ours, I might even convince Woof to behave like a noble steed rather than eating the poor tweet.
Woof needs to eat!
I am not fond of racists befriended with Schwab talking about how to chip people, forbid them to travel and force them into a jab and cbcd. Where they all stay for the holidays is a famous nest of naz is