Prophecy
by Luca Frati
Luca Frati opens Tilda’s Tale with a spell: a prophecy woven like a web, fragile and storm-strong at once. This poetic prelude invites us into a journey of freedom, failure, and togetherness—the first step into SCHEMA Nº01’s world of castles in the sky.
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As the story unfolds, we’re about to learn what it holds—a future woven, not carved in stone. Built with fragile threads, more like the work—art is a better word—of a spider-lady.
Every thread intertwined; a swarm of paths. A constellation of pearls—drops stuck to the silk—you’ll pluck with your fingers, gentle as rain sometimes, thunder otherwise. The drops make riddles; they open doors. You’ll run in circles, maybe, or go deep down the web.
Oh little girl, there’s so much you don’t know: your freedom, all the kisses you’ll give and the one you’ll lose and forget; the wet newness of first times; fear of the mirror; the changing body; eyes piercing your guts and you staring back.
You will learn faith in your intuition, your decisions; the conviction that—despite the horrors—the world is your rightful home. You’ll befriend heartbreak. She’ll love you back—restless, ruthless, and a teacher.
You’ll hustle your way up, but this isn’t a paean to hustle. I hate work; I don’t dream of labour. I weave and tell.
You’ll learn the price of ascent, the nature of obstacles. Crushes, first times, hookups; each bringing you closer to who you are. The more paths you take, the fewer remain.
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Through joy you’ll learn your body completely—as an architecture of love. You will be multiple, relying less on unity than on togetherness.
You will fail, my dear. Do your best. Fall again and again—and go on. Rebel. Make a riot. Be loud and kind (you won’t always be). Hurt and be hurt. Life is ripe; taste it all.
Apple of my eye, drop of dew on a daffodil, river pearl — you will be lost, but you will find.
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Enter the full prophecy and the first chapter of Tilda’s Tale in SCHEMA Nº01
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