She Who Dreamed in Echoes

<p><em><strong>She Who Dreamed in Echoes</strong></em></p><p> </p><p><em>Somewhere between a breath and a belief... she slipped.</em></p><p>They say the universe is always listening.</p><p>But what they never tell you is this: sometimes it listens too well.</p><p>Noor leaned over the page of her leather-bound journal the ink from her pen catching moonlight like liquid starlight. Each word was a spell each sentence a summons. She wrote with trembling certainty the kind only desperation can produce.</p><p>I am already her.<br> I already have it.<br> It is already done.</p><p>She didn't ask for riches or fame or even love-not tonight. Tonight she asked to become someone she wasn't sure existed: the version of herself who no longer woke up haunted.</p><p>The wind outside howled in low spiraling tones. The sound made her shiver-not from cold but from something deeper. Something primal. As though reality itself was shifting its weight listening at the edge of her breath.</p><p>The manifestation teachings always said Act as if it's already done.</p><p>So she did.</p><p>She closed her eyes. Slowed her heartbeat. Slipped into the silence between her thoughts. She imagined the moment after the miracle-the ease the radiance the freedom. She felt it so vividly that her skin prickled her chest softened her bones lightened.</p><p>And in that moment-something blinked.</p><p>Not her eyes.</p><p>Not the lights.</p><p>But something behind everything.</p>