It's a story.
About a nymph.
Her heart was broken.
By a faun.
She became yet another abandoned nymph with a past that she wants to forget.
A nymph with desire to stitch her heart and wax it.
To make it whole again.
She became a recluse in an attempt to rediscover herself.
It was quiet.
Her body was a mere shell.
But one day she could hear a melody.
Around, above and inside.
Somewhere deep down, where her heart used to be buried.
That was the sound of hope.
The melody of healing.
She had herself all along.
She knows herself better than anyone.
And she can love.
And be loved.
By a more deserving faun.
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