When my grandmother passed, she left behind an old wooden music box. But the songs it played weren’t random, they were stories. About me. Memories I never told anyone. Moments I hadn’t lived yet. Somehow, she knew.
This story isn’t just about a music box.
It’s about family, legacy, and the thin veil between past and present.
Between this world… and something far more eternal.
🎵 Turn the key. Hear the song. Remember who you are.
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