Welcome to Qurator's Mischievous Mondays!
This will be a weekly competition that we will be hosting every Monday. We want to see a little more engagement and fun when it comes to some of our competitions so this will be a simpler and shorter competition. Easy to enter, but maybe not so easy to win. ;) This competition will be similar to the Monday Missions we had a long time ago, but instead of writing posts to enter we will now consider only the comments and answers on this blog as your entry to win.
Why Mischievous?
We all could use a little fun in our lives. We would even say that we deserve it, let loose a little and have a go at making everyone laugh or think a little, even if it is a little over the top or pure silliness. Go all out and let your creative juices flow.
This week's theme : The Air Virtuoso
RULES
Write a comment in this post, your comment will be your entry.
Only comments that fit the theme and style.
It has to be done by you, no plagiarism.
All entries will be reviewed by the Qurator team.
Only one entry per account.
Deadline: Before this post reaches payout
Your entry will not count if you aren't following the above-mentioned rules.
The previous theme : The Aging Step
1st Prize - 30% Upvote
@soyunasantacruz
2nd Prize - 25% Upvote
@josiva
3rd Prize - 20% Upvote
@mamaemigrante
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AN EGYPTIAN HARMONICA
My invisible harmonica is an incredible musical instrument, found in an ancient tomb in Egypt, is capable of transforming people's emotions according to my will or my emotions.
On the positive side, it is capable of promoting the well-being of those who hear it. The melody of its sound transforms negative thoughts such as depression, fear and anxiety into moments of joy and pleasure. Its sound stimulates the mind, promoting emotions and expressions related to personal well-being.
When I am in a bad mood, its sound is capable of promoting discord and starting unwanted conflicts among the people around me. The power of music affects the neurotransmitters responsible for feelings of well-being. I avoid playing it at these times.
An interesting thing is the fact that it is an invisible item. People believe that I am producing this sound only with my mouth and fingers. I became famous for having such gifts. I am always invited to weddings and parties.
The music that comes from nature is the most relaxing and healing possible, my instrument would be like a wind flute that when I play it, melodies come out like the sound of the sea, mixed with the singing of the birds and the sound of the wind, it also has sounds of singing bowls with the sound of a river on a stream. The experience is transforming, listening to it I feel like flying through the mountains and travel the world observing its different landscapes.
My instrument would be a horn, which, being invisible, would produce its particular sound but people would not know where it is emitted from.
I would always carry it with me, because its sound would have the power to change the negative vibrations of the environment, besides absorbing that which causes stress to people.
It will always be a cheerful tone, but the intensity will vary according to the vibrations: if the environment is very charged it will sound very low, to go unnoticed while it cleans the negative, on the other hand when the environment is peaceful, it will sound much louder, so that people enjoy the melody.
I have a air flute that can only be played at night, or sometimes when the clouds rage and the wind blows. With a quick move of my fingers and a pursing of my lips it lets out a hollow creep of noise that can be heard all around. A creepy whistling as the wind blows you would think I'm only playing in my mind. All around me though you can hear the whistling as the wind blows. A hollow chill and a creep up your spine. A thousand reeds whistling in the wind. As I play the wind blows.
I sometimes play as I walk at night. Through shadowed streets and darkened woods.
People hear the whistling of the wind as I play and can only retreat in fright as they hold onto their coats and chests in the cold of night.
But as my fingers play and my lips blow I can only feel that the night plays only for me.