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I dream of far shores where my name was meant to be carved.
I aspire to climb mountains where my flag was to be raised.
I imagine a distant land where a song calls me home.
So many ambitions—yet my existence is my greatest threat.
I was always ready for adventure,
Belonged to no land, no boundaries, no chains.
The repeated "I" meant this life was mine—
That was the plan.

Seasons passed, yet I remained bound.
Summer sweat soaked my cotton sleeves.
Monsoon rains slid off my full-length poncho.
Winter flakes brushed from my hooded jacket.
Spring winds played with my dress, yet I stood still.
I only wished to live—
Never to apologise for my existence.
But I was told: my existence was my biggest threat.

They warned me of monsters before I stepped outside.
Instead of guiding me, they taught me to wield a sword.
I longed for maps and compasses—to set sail on my own—
But was told I mustn’t go alone.
I asked only one thing: tell me the monster’s name.
Gasps echoed. Silence reigned.
They had always spoken of my protector,
Yet I had met him just the day before, promised at last my voyage.

He wasn’t mighty, nor wise—
Just another dreamer with uncertainty in his eyes.
Curious, I showed him my maps. Had he traveled before?
He laughed—"Life cannot be taught, only explored."
I asked him then, does he know the monster’s name?
He smiled, flicked my hair. "The seas we chart are foreign to such things."

(Continued in part 2)

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