We don't just travel…
We echo — in every place, in every heart."
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It was the first time I stepped out of that cart.
In front of me lay an open field—
trees everywhere, scattered people, and a narrow road ahead.
Wherever we passed,
the wind seemed to carry a tune along with us.
The Vale Family Caravan.
Four wheels. Two horses. A large tent on top.
And inside… a tiny world full of music.
Father played the flute as we moved,
Mother struck soft chords on her harmonium,
and Lio—well, he never stayed seated!
> "I'm the beat master! Without me, the rhythm would stop!"
I just watched them.
Sometimes I tried to match their pace,
and sometimes, I just stayed quiet and felt every vibration.
And slowly, I began to understand something—
They didn't play for music.
They played for people.
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🎵 First Stop: A New Village
As the sun began to set, Mother turned to me and said:
> "Noen, are you ready?
Tonight, you'll sing. With us.
The stage might be small,
but it'll reach big hearts."
I froze.
"Me…?"
She just smiled.
> "Music isn't something you show.
It's something you feel.
And you feel it… that's all that matters."
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The stage wasn't grand—
just a raised patch of dirt.
And in front of us were tired faces…
some sad, some restless.
Toren began with his flute.
Mira sang the opening line.
Then she looked at me—
giving the signal: "Your turn."
My hands trembled.
But when I closed my eyes…
I saw only one face—
my mother's… from Earth.
And I sang the tune I had once written on my guitar,
but never dared to play.
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> "I was somewhere, I am somewhere,
Somewhere between your notes…
I was pain, now I'm a song—
Let the earth hear me long…"
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When I opened my eyes—
people were standing still.
Some were crying.
Some had bowed their heads.
And the first clap…
came from Lio.
> "Big bro! You're the real musician!"
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That night I understood something…
This caravan didn't just travel between villages.
It journeyed into people's hearts.
And me…?
I was ready—
to become the music this caravan carried.
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To be continued…