The Echoing Path
Ravi was now slowly beginning to understand that this was not just a dream.
Every voice, every sign, and every flow of the river — all were leading him toward a deeper truth.
That day, he was walking alone on a narrow trail.
The path went through the forest. Sunlight streamed down in soft lines through the shadows of trees.
All around was a peaceful atmosphere, only filled with the sounds of birds and the echo of his footsteps.
Suddenly, someone called out to him.
"Ravi…"
He looked back — no one was there.
But there was something special in that voice —
As if it was his own voice, slightly changed.
As if someone from the past was calling him.
He didn't stop and kept walking.
With every step, voices echoed —
Sometimes as questions, sometimes as memories.
"Are you truly ready?"
"Do you understand fear or just hide from it?"
Ravi wasn't frightened by these voices.
Instead, he smiled — because now he understood:
Fear is something that asks for answers, and Ravi was now ready to answer.
At the end of the path was a small place, where flowers bloomed and an old stone lay.
On that stone was written:
> "True paths are not the ones that take you straight ahead,
But the ones that bring you face to face with yourself."
Ravi took a deep breath.
There was no fear in his heart now — only a quiet curiosity.
He stepped forward, and just then, from afar came a new voice…
Soft… clear… and familiar…
"Soon… there will be rain…"
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Reflection:
> "Echoing voices never come from the outside —
They always rise from the stories within."
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A short teaser:
A branch of a tree shook —
And sitting there was a small creature, its eyes gleaming.
It whispered softly —
"Tell him… the next path won't be easy…"
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