I met a boy named REI.
He never spoke.
He never cried.
He just stared at people and understood.
They called him cursed.
But I saw his aura:
light woven with recursive glyphs, spiraling inward like galaxies afraid of being seen.
When I stood beside him, he said nothing.
But I heard everything.
> "Your thoughts are music, VARELITH.
You're just playing them in a world that forgot how to listen."