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Tyrannosaurus T
29 Oktober 2024 04:33
Title: The Girl and the Sea of Forgotten Dreams
In a small coastal village, there lived a girl named Mira. Every day, Mira would sit by the shore, watching the waves crash and recede. She loved the ocean deeply but often wondered about the dreams it carried. Village legends said the sea wasn’t just water; it was a mystical keeper of forgotten dreams. Whenever someone abandoned a hope or left a wish unspoken, the sea would claim it, hiding it deep within its depths.
One evening, while the sun dipped below the horizon, casting fiery shades of pink and orange across the sky, Mira noticed something glimmering in the sand. She walked closer and saw a delicate glass bottle half-buried in the wet shore. Inside was a piece of parchment with faded ink that read, “To whoever finds this, may you never forget the dream within your heart.”
Curiosity and wonder filled her as she read those words. She held the bottle close and decided to go back home, but that night she couldn’t sleep. Mira tossed and turned, her mind racing with questions. Who had written those words? Was there really a dream inside that bottle, waiting to be remembered?
At dawn, she returned to the beach, clutching the bottle tightly. She met old fisherman Tariq, who had spent his life by the sea and knew all the legends by heart. Tariq noticed the bottle in her hand and gave her a knowing smile. “You’ve found the Sea of Forgotten Dreams,” he said softly.
“Is it real?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
“As real as the waves you see,” Tariq replied. “The sea holds the dreams people abandon, but sometimes, it returns them to those who need them most. When a dream is close to being forgotten, the sea reaches out. Perhaps this bottle is one such call.”
Mira felt a shiver run through her. She thanked Tariq and decided to walk along the beach, looking for other signs. And as if the ocean had heard her thoughts, she found another bottle a few yards down the shore, this one with a different note inside: “To the one who finds this, know that courage is found within. Dare to dream again.”
In the weeks that followed, Mira found herself collecting these bottles, each with its own unique message. Some were letters of hope, others were dreams of love, and some were as simple as a desire to be free. Each note was like a piece of a puzzle, hinting at lives and stories that had touched the sea’s edge and drifted away, leaving fragments of themselves behind.
One day, after weeks of collecting, Mira found a bottle larger than any before. Inside was a long letter, written in a bold, sweeping hand. It read: “To the one who dares to follow the path of dreams, find the courage to reclaim what was once lost. But beware—some dreams are like stars. They light up the night but are too far to touch. Only reach for what is within your heart.”
Mira felt her heart race. The letter seemed to be speaking directly to her, urging her to dive deeper, to seek her own forgotten dreams. She had spent so long collecting others’ dreams that she had forgotten her own.
That night, Mira stood at the water’s edge, holding her own bottle. She thought about her dream—a dream she’d buried after hearing that only “foolish” people chase their passions. As she tossed her bottle into the waves, a strange light illuminated the sea, as if the ocean itself had come alive.
The waves began to shimmer, and Mira felt a strange pull, a sense of being called. She followed the light to a rock jutting out from the water and climbed up. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let the night breeze sweep over her. The sea whispered to her, filling her mind with a song only she could hear—a song of dreams, of hope, and of courage.
From that day on, Mira became a keeper of dreams, not just for herself but for everyone in her village. She inspired others to remember their own dreams, to dare to bring them to life, and to let no dream slip away unnoticed. And every night, she would sit by the shore, watching the waves and listening to the whispers of forgotten dreams, knowing that her own dreams were now as boundless as the sea.
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Judul: Gadis dan Laut Impian yang Terlupakan
Di sebuah desa kecil di pesisir, hiduplah seorang gadis bernama Mira. Setiap hari, Mira duduk di tepi pantai, menyaksikan ombak yang datang dan pergi. Dia sangat mencintai laut, tetapi sering bertanya-tanya tentang impian-impian yang mungkin dibawanya. Legenda di desa itu mengatakan bahwa laut bukan hanya air biasa; ia adalah penjaga mistis dari impian-impian yang terlupakan. Setiap kali seseorang meninggalkan harapannya atau tidak mengucapkan keinginannya, laut akan mengklaimnya dan menyembunyikannya dalam kedalamannya.
Suatu sore, saat matahari tenggelam di bawah cakrawala, mewarnai langit dengan nuansa merah muda dan oranye, Mira melihat sesuatu yang berkilauan di pasir. Dia berjalan mendekat dan menemukan sebuah botol kaca kecil yang setengah terkubur di tepi pantai. Di dalamnya ada selembar kertas dengan tinta yang mulai pudar, bertuliskan, “Untuk siapa pun yang menemukan ini, semoga kamu tak pernah melupakan impian dalam hatimu.”
Rasa penasaran dan keajaiban memenuhi hatinya saat dia membaca kata-kata itu. Dia menggenggam botol itu erat-erat dan memutuskan untuk pulang, tetapi malam itu dia tak bisa tidur. Mira bolak-balik, pikirannya penuh dengan pertanyaan. Siapa yang menulis kata-kata itu? Apakah benar ada impian di dalam botol itu yang menunggu untuk diingat kembali?
Saat fajar, dia kembali ke pantai, menggenggam botol itu dengan erat. Di sana, dia bertemu dengan Pak Tariq, seorang nelayan tua yang telah menghabiskan hidupnya di dekat laut dan tahu segala legenda desa itu. Tariq melihat botol di tangannya dan tersenyum penuh pengertian. “Kamu telah menemukan Laut Impian yang Terlupakan,” katanya dengan lembut.
“Apakah ini benar?” tanyanya dengan mata lebar penuh keingintahuan.
“Sebenar ombak yang kamu lihat,” jawab Tariq. “Laut menyimpan impian yang ditinggalkan orang-orang, tetapi terkadang, ia mengembalikannya kepada mereka yang paling membutuhkannya. Mungkin botol ini adalah salah satu panggilan itu.”
Mira merasakan bulu kuduknya berdiri. Dia berterima kasih pada Tariq dan memutuskan berjalan di sepanjang pantai, mencari tanda-tanda lainnya. Seolah laut mendengar pikirannya, dia menemukan botol lain beberapa meter dari tempat itu, kali ini dengan catatan yang berbeda di dalamnya: “Untukmu yang menemukan ini, ketahuilah bahwa keberanian ada di dalam dirimu. Beranilah untuk bermimpi kembali.”
Dalam minggu-minggu berikutnya, Mira mendapati dirinya mengumpulkan botol-botol ini, masing-masing dengan pesan unik. Ada yang berisi surat harapan, impian cinta, dan ada pula yang sesederhana keinginan untuk bebas. Setiap catatan seperti potongan puzzle, memberi petunjuk tentang kehidupan dan kisah-kisah yang pernah mencapai tepian laut dan kemudian menghilang, meninggalkan jejak-jejak kecil mereka di belakang.
Suatu hari, setelah berminggu-minggu mengumpulkan, Mira menemukan botol yang lebih besar dari sebelumnya. Di dalamnya terdapat surat panjang dengan tulisan tebal dan berani. Surat itu berbunyi: “Untukmu yang berani mengikuti jalan impian, temukan keberanian untuk merebut kembali yang pernah hilang. Tetapi hati-hati—beberapa impian seperti bintang. Mereka menerangi malam tetapi terlalu jauh untuk disentuh. Raihlah hanya yang ada dalam hatimu.”
Mira merasakan jantungnya berdebar kencang. Surat itu seolah berbicara langsung padanya, mendesaknya untuk menggali lebih dalam, mencari impiannya yang mungkin telah terlupakan. Dia telah menghabiskan begitu lama mengumpulkan impian orang lain, hingga dia melupakan impiannya sendiri.
Malam itu, Mira berdiri di tepi air, memegang botolnya sendiri. Dia memikirkan impiannya—sebuah impian yang dia kubur setelah mendengar bahwa hanya “orang bodoh” yang mengejar hasratnya. Saat dia melemparkan botolnya ke ombak, cahaya aneh menerangi laut, seolah lautan itu sendiri hidup.
Ombak mulai berkilau, dan Mira merasakan tarikan aneh, perasaan seolah dipanggil. Dia mengikuti cahaya itu menuju sebongkah batu yang menjorok dari air dan memanjat ke atas. Dia menutup matanya, menarik napas dalam-dalam, dan membiarkan angin malam mengalir di atasnya. Laut berbisik padanya, memenuhi pikirannya dengan lagu yang hanya bisa didengar olehnya—sebuah lagu tentang impian, harapan, dan keberanian.
Sejak hari itu, Mira menjadi penjaga impian, bukan hanya untuk dirinya sendiri tetapi juga untuk semua orang di desanya. Dia menginspirasi orang lain untuk mengingat kembali impian mereka sendiri, untuk berani menghidupkannya kembali, dan memastikan tak ada impian yang hilang tanpa disadari. Dan setiap malam, dia duduk di tepi pantai, menatap ombak, mendengarkan bisikan impian-impian yang terlupakan, mengetahui bahwa impiannya sendiri kini seluas lautan itu.
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Sri A
30 Oktober 2024 00:13
The crying stone
Once upon a time, in a small village in Borneo Island, there lived a mother and her daughter. The daughter was popular among villagers because of her beautiful face but she has bad behavior. She always spent her time in front of the mirror admiring her beautiful face. She never helped her mother to fulfill their daily needs. The daughter always made her mother sad. However, the mother still loved her very much.
One day, the girl asked her mother to buy her a new gown. The mother refused it because she had no money. Because the mother loved her daughter so much, she finally bought her a new gown.
Both went to the market. But the daughter asked her mother to walk behind because she was embarrassed if people saw them together. Once again, because of her love, the mother obeyed the daughter's request.
Along the way home, the daughter still walked in front of her mother. People passing asked about the woman behind her. The daughter answered that she was not her mother but her servant. The mother kept silent. But inside her deep heart, she prayed to God to punish her daughter.
Suddenly, her daughter's legs turned into stone. The daughter realized that it was because she had hurt her mother's feelings. She begged her mother to forgive but it was too late.
Slowly, her body also turned into stone. Though the daughter had become a stone, the tears were still seen, which was why the stone was called Batu Menangis.
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