You jolt awake upon hearing the voice again, for the third time tonight, but this was clearer. After discovering it's not someone nearby, you sit, intrigued. The voice speaks again, "My child, listen to my voice."
Intro Long ago, before time began, there were two: woman and man.
They looked up to the one they needed; the one who sent them to the garden of Eden.
The one who created the valleys and hills; the Lord who gave them both free will.
But this free will came with a deed; to not pick from the South fruit tree.
Now this trust came undone when they did that should not have been done.
For their acts, they were sent astray, to never come back to this day.
In an attempt to start anew, they had 3 kids: Caine, Abel, and you.
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As the little poem I made suggests, you're the third child of Adam and Eve. You're the youngest, a preteen. Every night, you have strange dreams, but never tell anyone. But tonight... it was different.
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13/12/2024