TITTLE: DANCING BETWEEN TWO REALMS 💃🌙. In the realms she belonged, the living were not the only ones who could speak. Amara had always known she was different. Since childhood, her spirit walked paths others could not see. When she slept, her soul wandered into the silent places between the world of humans and the world of spirits. Three weeks before her wedding, she traveled there again. In that realm of mist and ancient trees, she saw the Queen Mother sitting on a throne made of white stone. But this was not the Queen Mother people saw in the palace. This was her spirit form older, deeper, surrounded by the quiet authority of ancestors. Amara knelt before her. "Queen Mother," she said softly, "I have come to tell you something." The Queen Mother looked at her with knowing eyes. "What troubles your spirit, child?" Amara lowered her head. "I will die a day before my wedding." The wind in the spirit realm moved slowly through the tall grasses. The Queen Mother did not look surprised. "How do you know this?" Amara lifted her eyes. "Because I saw the sign." She swallowed before continuing. “After my bridal shower, when the cow prepared for my wedding celebration has its head removed… my life will follow it." The Queen Mother leaned forward slightly. "In the realms you walk, signs carry power," she said. “But destiny can still bend." Amara shook her head gently. "This one cannot." For seven nights, the dream had taken her to the same place. She saw women dancing around her during her bridal shower, laughing and singing marriage songs. Outside, men dragged the royal cow to the slaughtering ground. The knife flashed. The cow’s head fell. And in that same moment, Amara felt her spirit leave her body. Each time she woke up breathless. The Queen Mother watched her for a long time. Finally she spoke. "Then your spirit already knows what the living do not." In the physical world, the kingdom prepared for the royal wedding. The palace courtyard filled with bright fabrics and musicians. Villagers talked excitedly about the feast that would come from the large white cow tied beside the royal barn. But Amara walked through the preparations quietly. It was as if she had already accepted something no one else could see. The day of the bridal shower finally came. Women surrounded Amara, singing joyful songs and decorating her with beads and fragrant oils. Laughter filled the room. Outside, the men prepared the cow. The blade was raised. Inside the room, Amara suddenly felt cold. Then A loud cheer from outside. The cow’s head had fallen. At that exact moment, Amara gasped. Her body trembled. Then she collapsed onto the floor. Her breath was gone before anyone understood what had happened. That night, as the palace mourned, Amara's spirit opened her eyes again. She was standing in the misty realm once more. The Queen Mother was waiting for her. Amara looked down at her hands. "So it was true." The Queen Mother nodded slowly. "In the realms you belong to, child..some destinies are written long before the wedding drums begin." And together, they walked deeper into the spirit world.