One morning, you wake up to a sweet and gentle melody that has crept into your room through the cracks of silence. This sound is unlike anything you have ever heard before; strangely sweet and enchantingly captivating, it draws you along. You try to find its source, but it seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

  Perhaps that morning, my awakening was not tied to a simple event. Perhaps an echo of an ancient legend resonated in my ear; a legend that said the soul of every ambitious person has a planet or asteroid as vast as their desires, a private sky to reside in. And that soul could emit such a sound from that distant abode that it would reach the beloved's heart, without them knowing where this celestial melody came from. Sometimes loud and clear, like the trumpet of a dream, and sometimes soft and faint, whispering behind the clamor of everyday life.

  For many days, a shadow of depression and distress had weighed heavily on my heart. But that spring morning, with its enchanting melody, it was as if a caressing hand brushed against my weary soul and breathed new life into it. When I stepped out of the house, I was amazed. The city's commotion, the continuous honking of cars, and the murmur of passersby could not silence that heavenly music. The melody continued to echo in my ears, touching the very fabric of my being.

  In the crowded subway car, I sat next to a man whose eyes spoke of deep sleep. Hesitantly, I asked, "Excuse me, sir, have you noticed a sound? It's as if a special melody is echoing through the city today, and it's here too... a kind of gentle singing."

  The man raised his head in surprise and looked at my face with a vague expression. "Singing? No, not at all. But I've heard of a science called subliminal. They say some governments or religious preachers, to instill certain things in people's minds and indirectly make them followers, broadcast special sounds in public places. Maybe this is one of those things." He closed his eyes again, indifferent to me, and rested his head against the train car window.

  I entered my workplace and asked several of my colleagues about the sound, but to my surprise, they were also unable to hear such a melody. I was both happy and a little worried about why I was the only one hearing this whisper. Especially since one of my humorless colleagues said that sometimes people hear melodies before death, and I should take care of myself and get a complete medical check-up.

  In the evening, on my way back from work, I remembered a friend's advice. It seemed to him that talking to a specialist could help him understand this strange experience. So, he called a therapist's office right then and booked a consultation appointment for 7 PM that same day. He was supposed to meet with the therapist at their office to talk about this mysterious melody and his inner feelings.

  At the beginning of the consultation session, with a voice still slightly heavy with the day's routine, he told the therapist that a feeling of depression and distress had been shadowing him for some time. He explained that this sense of lethargy and lack of motivation had affected his quality of life. The therapist listened carefully to his words and then focused the session on the night he had slept and woken up in the morning to the sound of that delightful melody.

  Continuing his conversation with the therapist, the person referred to a dream he had the night before hearing the melody. He said that night, he had experienced a very pleasant and delightful dream. In that vague and timeless, placeless dream, he had developed a deep and beautiful feeling for an unknown woman. He paused slightly and added that since the end of such dreams usually relates to physical matters, he had not taken the dream very seriously at first.

  The therapist replied in a calm tone, "No, it's not necessarily always like that. You have a free and liberated spirit. Probably due to your recent emotional and psychological distress, your mind created this beautiful dream for you during sleep to soothe you and release you from that mental contraction." He added, "A healthy psyche doesn't wait for a miracle to be saved, and when it sees that other parts are unable to escape this situation, it creates such dreams to create a state of release for you."

  With a tone that still carried the sweetness of that dream, the person explained, "The feeling I had in that dream was a very sweet romantic feeling; something I had never experienced before. And interestingly, even now, as I sit here, it's as if I can feel that melody in the depths of my mind." The therapist affirmed, "In my opinion, you don't have a worrying problem. Currently, as you yourself say, those feelings of depression have disappeared and have been replaced by an inner and mental excitement and joy." He said with a smile, "Now go home with peace of mind, take a shower, drink some herbal tea, and rest."

  That night, he went home and fell asleep with a good feeling, while that whisper continued to reach his ears. That night, interesting things happened in his dream that answered many of his questions from that day. He saw himself wandering through the galaxies and realized that the further he went, the clearer the sound became. On a beautiful asteroid with an enchanting view, he realized that the origin of that sound was here.

  In the heart of that lucid dream, the main character gently landed on the surface of that dreamlike asteroid. The same sound, the same sweet and familiar melody, greeted him with a kind and pleasant tone. With a heart pounding with curiosity, he asked the owner of the voice, "Could you explain to me who you are and why I hear your voice wherever I go?"

  The voice replied, "Everyone in this world has their own special asteroid in the galaxies. I am the voice of all your positive thoughts and your positive-minded self. When someone experiences negative emotional fluctuations, this call begins to comfort them from within. You have earned this privilege of hearing this call today and being saved from your distressed state through your own beneficial efforts and by staying away from malice and hatred. This call is within everyone, and whether they keep it alive is entirely up to them."

  The next morning, when he opened his eyes, a different world appeared before him. A completely new feeling, full of lightness and clarity, flowed through his being. It was as if curtains that had weighed on his eyes for years had suddenly been drawn aside, and everything had become clear with unparalleled transparency.

  A firm decision formed in his mind. He wanted to live the rest of his life in such a way that he would always hear that spiritual and beautiful whisper in the depths of his being. At the same time, his mind turned to all the people who had looked at him with surprise the day before and said they had never experienced such a sound. With a deeper understanding of what that sound had brought him, he wished for them too to hear this liberating call in their hearts. He knew that this possibility existed for everyone, only requiring a little effort, a pure heart, and listening to the voice within. Life had found a new meaning for him; the meaning of hearing and keeping that inner melody alive.