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Ama covered it with her paw... An unspoken word.

Someone, or something, is holding it back. It remains silent. It keeps it, like a trump card up its sleeve, or perhaps it will simply throw it to the wind, or never say it. Silence is golden. But sometimes it's better not to be silent. The word is hidden in a breath; you just need to exhale and say it. There are many unspoken words in the world; they are gold, but they are not the most important thing in the world. What will that word be if it is spoken? Perhaps it will be a word spoken by a weary person at the end of a difficult day, a word of a rainy day and a crowd with black umbrellas, a word of laughter or happiness, a word spoken on the roof of a high-rise building. That word will become alive, it will begin to live, to be, to exist. It will become either Ama's cat, who wanted to see what was in the book, and not seeing what she expected, found another side, a way out of the situation, and in fact, as it turned out later, the book was lying the wrong way, and it turned out that Ama was looking at the text upside down. Or it will become a person; you. It will become alive, it will be happy, it will be sad, for simple human reasons, without any particular reason, like an ordinary person. A person living an ordinary life, a word whose fate has not yet been decided, or the word itself has not yet decided it.

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Ama covered it with her paw... A word spoken by the shadows.

Once, everything in the world of shadows spoke a word at the same time. A word spoken on the edge. Uttered by billions of different voices simultaneously, it wandered for a long time in the resonant moon of voices, balancing, not knowing what it was. One day, the word sounded and turned into a living being. This didn't solve the problem; the word still didn't know who it was. In its head, the moon of voices that created it still echoed. So many different timbres, so many different sounds, the word didn't know which to choose, which to settle on. A shadow spoke the word. A shadow casts many things. The shadow of a bird spoke the word; the word became a person, and now it must either stay on the ground or fly. It must choose. Will the person want to choose? Sometimes no, sometimes it's better to do nothing, let everything rush by, and time and life; sometimes it's very difficult to choose. Shadows are not bad; it is impossible to fly without a shadow.

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