The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.

Lena had always heard the world differently. She’d never understood why her friends would laugh at the hum of the train or the rustling of leaves in the wind, but to her, it was music. A melody that no one else seemed to notice.

For years, she lived in a quiet bubble, pretending she was ordinary. She wore noise-cancelling headphones to avoid hearing the sharp, dissonant chords that wrapped themselves around her mind. But now, standing in the middle of the park, the noise of life was no longer muted.

She turned her gaze toward the trees, their branches swaying in time to an intricate beat. Birds fluttered their wings in harmony, each motion like a carefully composed piece. Even the breeze seemed to play its part, a whisper that added tension to the song. The world around her was a symphony, its dissonance, its rhythm, its quiet harmony all merging together in a beautiful cacophony.

The ground beneath her feet thrummed, the hum of the earth itself adding the bassline. She could see the way everything was connected, each moment building toward the next, like the crescendo of a long-forgotten melody.

Suddenly, she could hear the subtle undertones of footsteps across the pavement, the distant murmur of conversations, the rustle of paper. And with it, she understood. All of it had been there all along. The world was always playing, but she’d been deaf to it. Now, it was her turn to listen.

As she closed her eyes, Lena felt the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of the stars, and the songs of all the lives that had touched hers. It was a perfect harmony. Her heart beat in time with it, and for the first time, she felt like she belonged to the symphony.