Mormorando

Anastasia was a genius. The kind of rare genius that might appear once in a century, if even that. But as a child, Anastasia was nothing more than the “dumb little sister” overshadowed by her brilliant older siblings. The first person to truly recognize her talent was a man she met by chance. “It’s an honor to live in the same era as you, Asha, to be able to hear your sound.” Under the setting sun, his face looked as if it might dissolve into light. But after that day, Anastasia never saw Dmitri again. His melody returned to her as the fever of first love. Then, one day, they met again. “I won’t apologize for the kiss.” He said this within the flowing melody of a chaconne. “Because it was the most honest thing I’ve ever done.” A story of a genius praised by the world, and the genius only another genius could recognize.