Imagine, as I was, sitting down, thinking of one of my favorite shows, when I got inspiration from a certain aspect of it. Then applying it to a story I wished to flush out into the world.

"Our souls are intertwined within the sky above us. That is why we are called Ethers. Our siblings enhance the powers of god in order to make up for their lack of a soul. While we use their soul they left us to harness the ropes above us in the sky, creating our abilities named: Soul Bonds."

Here's the collection of the soundtracks from my book series "Stronger Together" that you can find on my profile. All the lyrics are written by me, while music is created by Suno AI.

Since I found such a good AI app as Suno, I've been obsessed with a wish to start writing my own songs again. I wrote something several years ago, but those works were super terrible, and I wish they never exisited. But now I've come back to this, and I'm now trying to do my best to give you the best experience. I'm not sure if I follow the rules of writing songs, but I'm doing my best to make them better. Writing songs in English is a real challenge to me. So, I ask you not to judge me too hard, and I will be really happy if you check this work out, like it, add it to your reading list, and leave a sweet comment.

Stronger Together: The Soundrack (Full Playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB7RGU7Q1p-upnONRD4VUjj1eiXhKyLQm

This is a collection of the poems I’ve written over the years. They’re about my journey towards becoming a better person and fighting for universal equality and solidarity and true collective liberation for all the people of the world.

This is a place where I put some of the poems I’ve written. Poems about surviving this terrible world, about finding ways to defy fate and defy injustice, and about creating a new world.

This is a place where I put many of the songs I have written. They are on a range of topics including collectivism, solidarity, love, hate, pain, healing, and hope.

This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

A giant, standing tall and straight up, a portion of Madagascar, legs spread all the way, stretch all across the U.S, and body laid out, cover a decent portion of Africa. This creature was a dominant form over the world during the old ages, or, as people 2000 years ago called it, "B.C." This creature had been kept under top notch surveillance  and captivity, with the giant just being the body of a human, almost a curse on a whole family tree. Man being forced to have more kids just so that this creature never leaves their family tree. This giant was created from god as a plague to destroy every corrupt, horrid, disgusting person in the world. Without it, what would the world turn into? And when it comes back, what amount of hell would it cause?

A collection of the lyrics I wrote. Lyrics about everything that matters to me. About everything that I yearn for desperately.

[Naimah Flashback]

The test results revealed an alarming truth: she had been overdosed on a black-market contraceptive pill.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

As the flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spilled juice on her skirt. Excusing herself from the dining table, she headed to the female bathroom to clean up the stain. However, she halted at the male bathroom door when she overheard two familiar voices:

Voice 1: "Here, it's specially made for her, different from the last one I brought. Mix it in her coffee drink, and she'll never know. All we need to do is wait patiently for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die."

Voice 2: "I can't wait for her to die, so her inheritance and company shares will be ours..."

Voice 1: "You're not eager to be with me..."

Voice 2: "You're everything I ever needed..."

The voices continued, accompanied by the sound of kissing. Naimah was grateful to have her phone with her, and she discreetly recorded the conversation instead of crying out and risking discovery.

She abandoned her plan to clean up the stain and returned to the table, pretending nothing had happened. "What next?" she thought to herself, her mind racing with the sinister plot she had just uncovered.

Some event in my life.

This is my biography.

Truth hurts

Mint leaves leave the house

House of trees

To meet the taste

Taste of a tea

When we put mint leaves into the teapot

It gives the vibes to chill

Chill out till you meet the roots

Roots of the tree

When we can’t find the start

Start of life

We will begin to hurt ourselves

In order to kill the pain

You gotta survive through the worst nights

When you do

You will find a star

Only shine for you

It will be the gateway to the miracle