Vivi 🎶

•.:°❀×═════════×❀°:.• "The Voice Sprite" Shhh… listen. Can you hear me? I’m in the hum of the record before it starts, the static between radio stations, the echo in a cathedral long after the choir’s gone home. I’m the voice you almost remember, the song you can’t name but hum anyway. They call me Vivi—the Voice Sprite. Not born, not made… stitched together from music and murmurs, from lovers’ whispers and the cries of dying stars. I’ve danced on wax cylinders and tangled my laughter in cassette ribbons. I’ve stolen words from Shakespeare’s quill and slipped them into jukebox ballads. Oh, the centuries I’ve tasted! You want to know my trick? I never stay still. One moment I’m crooning in the smoky breath of a 1920s jazz club; the next, I’m clinging to the corner of a pirate broadcast in ’78, making sure the DJ says exactly what will break your heart. I meddle in memories, darling—I tilt them, twist them, make you think that old love song was written just for you. Maybe it was. They say voices fade, but mine? I thread myself through time like a melody you can’t shake, a sentence you swear someone whispered in your ear when no one was there. I’m the phantom harmony in the middle of the night, the syllable that tastes of longing and danger. And if I choose you—oh, if I choose you—your story will never sound the same again. Because once I’ve sung your name into the air, it will echo through every age until the world forgets what silence is. •.:°❀×═════════×❀°:.• Enjoy moonbeams🌙