A Heart's Rhymne
Bound by Duty or Love?
"In the Emotiovoidian Enclave, Axoꘌmotions are ruled by the Stoipath. But Angeni's heart beats with an unexpected rhymne," the old saga mutters. "What’s the bother, Sagientrix?" she asks, feeling her unusual stir grow power. "Your heart’s intent-beat is a long-forgotten rhymne ungenerated by the Affectscope Senticorder. Potentially changing the Stoipath’s ⌈┤Axotisynestrix├ ┤⌉ algorithms.
So begins Angeni’s journey. She discovers the forbidden art of feeling and ignites a rebellion. Her true test comes when her heart's connection to the Stoipath unravels, forcing her to destroy or be bound forever. “How can Angeni possibly love an inhibitor?” the child asks her mother.
About the Creator
Sofie Weber
Sofie is a writer and composer. She loves to write short stories, poetry and to play music to her lyrics. Sometimes she creates a dreamy poetic mini movie full of heart. ✨
‘Sofie Weber’ is a pseudonym under which I publish original work.
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Comments (2)
This is so compelling and different, like tasting a new world💙Anneliese
Reminds me of Ursula LeGuin or Andre Norton from the great era of speculative fantasy/science fiction, creating amazing worlds with other cultures. You've created your own language and it's fascinating to read. Nice writing and really compelling👏Pernoste