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SONGS OF THE HEAVENS; my song for the sky

People think being small is cute. It’s not. Not when you’re eighteen, trapped in the body of a five-year-old, and every stranger pats your head like you’re a lost child. I’m Xiao Tian, born with white hair, pale skin, and eyes people like to stare at too long. My parents say I was “beautiful enough to be cursed.” I don’t believe in curses—at least I didn’t before. I stopped growing at age five. My body froze, my bones sealed, and time ignored me. My sister—who used to hide behind me—now looks like my older sibling. Even in high school, teachers questioned if my ID was fake. But I still tried to live normally. That ended the day I found the scroll. Old… strange… covered in patterns like dragons choking stars. I touched it—the thing burned into my mind like molten iron. Not metaphor. I mean I felt it slide into my brain. Since then, I don’t dream like humans. I dream of twin figures on a tower of chains—backs touching, one leaking blinding light, the other suffocating darkness. Both look exactly like me. Now I spend my time in the national library searching for answers. Thousands of years of recorded history… still nothing. No myths match what I see. No symbols match that scroll. The only change is my mind. If I touch a book, I learn it. Not read—learn. Word for word. Page for page. Medicine, physics, coding, mythology… all of it stays like cold metal in my skull. But none of it explains why gods scream my name in my sleep.
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