My darling reader,

I have a story to tell, but I'm not sure if it's entirely my story, not when fragments of it come to me in dreams, in creative visions, in omens ... not when I set myself to continue one chapter and words start pouring out of my hands with ideas I didn't have before, for entirely other parts of the story...

This story is mine to remember, but it has surprises for me still... I am in love with this process and I feel compelled to share it in this unusual way because what I feel is true in is not entirely mine and maybe there's something in this that you have to know...

This is the story of Nora, a wild-blood human of feline descent, born into the now lost world of Elyria in a time so ancient it could be both past and future. It's a story of love, loss and everything in between, a story of unusual crossroads, of magic and technology, of complicated family and political dynamics, of gods in flesh and unforgettable mortals...

Dive into this story thirsty for meaning, for poetry, for otherworldly scenery and human interactions that make you wet in many ways ... Come find the gold of what it means to have a human life and keep deep in your heart whatever you find valuable here.

As the story unfolds I hope you get the meaning behind my choice of language and word-play, hints of songs and games and if we're friends, of memories we share.

So, my darling reader, in the end I want nothing more than to know what part of this story is yours, in what ways I have written something that you have lived...or want to.

do write back ♡

Other Life - Altă Viață - Otra Vida

Stories of a wandering soul

part memories, part dreams, part fantasy

Astral memoir. Spirit novel.

Adina Dore

0. Prolog

Maybe whoever YOU are, you read the story anew, you understand the characters differently and think of yourself as a character of the story I'm telling you. If it is so, is it my story any longer? If it is so, who is the Creator? And who are you?

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1. The Dream

We are left with as many memories we are brave enough to keep in our consciousness. Absolutely everything we ever did remains in our shadow and even if we no longer feel their traces, they shall haunt us as take a chance at shaping our future until we forgive and love wounds and assassins...the two faces of a coin we deceive ourselves with.

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2. The remembering

Nu știu când mi-am pierdut conturul, când au dispărut granițele degetelor noastre. La final mai țineam doar o lumină în palmă. Ultima care s-a stins a fost legătura dintre noi. Întuneric. „Să nu-ți fie frică. Știu că ești încă aici, te simt.” Ceva atât de frumos și tragic rar ți-e dat să vezi.

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3. The other ending

I inhale deeply and gather my thoughts. We stand in front of a decision that will transform our existence, that will break us apart to assemble us back differently. If you can paint different artworks with the same colors and you are a color, isn't it true that all the paintings in which you reside also belong to you?

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4. The voyage into the unknown

Nu îți permiți să verși nicio lacrimă pentru tot ce ai pierdut pentru că o singură lacrimă aduce după sine potopul. Nu poți nici să uiți, nu când stai singură de veghe în marea călătorie în care te însoțesc doar cei ce n-au pierit, cei puțini ai tăi care au mai rămas, cei pe care nu știi exact unde îi duci, dar se încred în tine că vei găsi un acasă potrivit.

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5. Part I

How does the story begin, Nora? With a glance, of course. Two kids who see each other for the first time and the overwhelming feeling that something is forever changed. It begins with souls that gaze at each other through ever-changing eyes that fixate on a look. Right then and there, these two souls took a breath at once, unaware of it so, yet their lips conveyed a silent message with a smile. I know you. What eyes are gazing back, Nora? Blue.

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6. The Rain {RO}

Duc palma la inimă și îmi înclin privirea în fața lui. Îmi îndrept spatele și ne aliniem privirile la aceeași înălțime, mai aproape ca niciodată. Clipa aia în care ființele noastre s-au privit pe deplin egale ca suflete a fost ceva ce nu cunoscusem încă. Să-ți legi privirea, fie și doar pentru o fracțiune de secundă, de toată profunzimea celuilalt este un act perfect al existenței umane. Rămâne de văzut câte astfel de priviri au defapt o oglindă la celălalt capăt.

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7. A glimpse of magic

He wandered away from me a few minutes back and was now gazing towards the crest. We were few steps away from the edge and from there, intuition guideded, we might find an Ascondo in short time, before sunset. If we even manage to light a fire before the lights descend, we're actually good. I get near him on maybe-too-quiet steps and I relish in the view of his enchantment against the changing colors of any elyrian sunset. He's seen nothing yet. He's startled by the tip of my