Baskadia

As the sun stretched its golden fingers across the sleepy town, I emerged from the shadows-an ordinary girl with an extraordinary secret. My name? Well, that's not important. What matters is the invisible thread that wove through my life, connecting me to realms beyond imagination.

You see, I possessed a peculiar gift-the ability to glimpse the hidden layers of reality. While others marveled at sunsets and mundane routines, I sensed the cosmic dance of stars, heard whispers carried by the wind, and touched the pulse of forgotten memories.

"Why am I special?" I wondered, tracing the constellations on my bedroom ceiling. Perhaps it was the way I could taste colors or the fact that time unraveled differently in my presence. But I kept my secret close, like a fragile butterfly cupped in my hands.

And so, dear reader, let me take you on a journey. A journey where ordinary streets led to extraordinary doorways, where forgotten books whispered forgotten spells, and where the moon hummed lullabies to the lost souls wandering the night.

For in this tale, the person does not praise herself; the universe sings her praises instead.

As I embark on the journey of my life, I introduce myself - I am Danica, a name that whispers secrets of the celestial realm. It's said that Danica means 'morning star', a beacon of light that pierces the darkness, shining bright like a diamond in the velvet expanse of dawn. Just as the stars twinkle like diamonds in the night sky, only to reappear in the morning's golden glow, I too am a shining star, radiant and full of light. Yet, like a star hidden behind the veil of dawn, my true essence remains anonymous, waiting to be discovered.I was once just a face in the crowd, a quiet achiever in a sea of students, my parents' humble means a far cry from the privileged lives of some of my peers. But life has a way of surprising us, and mine was no exception. As I stood at the threshold of adulthood, ready to take the leap from school to college, I felt the thrill of possibility coursing through my veins. It was a turning point, a moment of truth that would set me on a path to self-discovery and transformation. Little did I know, the journey ahead would be nothing short of extraordinary.I had done the impossible - securing a spot at the most prestigious college of its time. With a sense of pride and accomplishment, I embarked on this new chapter, ready to take on the world. But nothing could have prepared me for the stark contrast that awaited me. As I stepped onto the campus, I was struck by its breathtaking beauty - majestic buildings, lush greenery, and a sense of history that seemed to seep from every stone. But beneath the surface of this stunning facade, I soon discovered a different reality.

As soon as, I entered the college, someone called me. "Danica? I am your classroom teacher. Come with me" .I asked her "How do you know my name? She said, "Danica, Everybody knows you". I was quite surprised to hear this.As I followed my teacher through the bustling college hallway, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being a specimen under a microscope. Whispers and curious glances trailed behind me like a shadow. My mind raced with questions: What did they know about me? Was it something I had done? Something I had said?

We entered a cozy dorm room, where a group of students eagerly awaited my arrival. They smiled and waved, their eyes sparkling with an unnerving intensity. I felt like a puzzle piece they were eager to fit into place.

"Everyone, this is Danica," my teacher announced, her voice dripping with an air of mystery. "The girl who's been making waves even before setting foot on campus."

I scanned the room, searching for answers. That's when I saw it - a large, cryptic poster on the wall with my name emblazoned on it. Below it, a single phrase: "The One We've Been Waiting For."

My heart skipped a beat. What did it mean? Was I some kind of chosen one? The room seemed to hold its collective breath, awaiting my reaction.

Suddenly, a petite girl with piercing green eyes approached me. "Welcome, Danica. We've been expecting you. You have no idea how much."

I swallowed hard, my mind reeling with the implications. What had I gotten myself into?

was shrouded in anonymity, a stranger in a sea of familiar faces. Everyone interacted with me with a casual warmth, as if they knew nothing beyond my name. But a name is just a label, a superficial identifier that reveals nothing of the person beneath. I was a mystery, a puzzle with pieces that didn't quite fit.

Then, a girl with piercing green eyes pierced the veil of my obscurity. 'We don't just know your name,' she said, her voice low and mysterious. I was taken aback, my mind racing with questions. How did she know the thoughts I dared not speak?

I chose silence over inquiry, Yet, the more I tried to make sense of her words, the more I became ensnared in a web of intrigue. The girl's statement lingered in my mind like a whisper in the darkness, a reminder that there was more to me than I knew myself.

School was finally out, and I trudged through the front door, exhausted. My mom greeted me with a curious smile and asked about my day. 'It was weird,' I replied, shrugging. She raised an eyebrow, prompting me to elaborate. 'I'll tell you a crazy story, Mom. People think they know me, but honestly, I'm still trying to solve the mystery that is me.' She chuckled and asked, 'What's the point of even talking about it?' I grinned, 'Exactly, Mama! Let's just forget about it for now. I'm off to bed, ready to start fresh tomorrow!'"

I am different person to a different people.

A stormy sea to some, a radiant sun to others. A silent forest to a few, an unknown star to many but who am i, to myself?

A masterpiece unfinished, a story untold