of Fate.
For several days now, my guardian has been Energy, with the unpleasant name of Pinia the Terrible. She
has been entrusted with caring for and watching over my safety. Day and night, I am under close surveillance; she never lets me out of her sight, notorious for jealousy and congestion, carefully monitoring my every move with her trained guardian gaze.
In the sealed vault of the fourth dimension, I am regaining my strength day by day. This is mainly due to the guardian, who, strange as it may seem, surrounds me with loving and caring care.
My daily bread is the warm balm of Essence, sucked directly from her energetic, firm breast. At regular intervals, she calls to me gently, "Miriam, let it be time for your meal." She arranges me in a comfortable cocoon, is that okay?" she asks, carefully exposing her left breast.
I moisten the dark nipple with my tongue, grasp it lightly between my teeth, and pull repeatedly, feeling it swell and harden. I then press firmly against it, consuming the delicious warmth with full gulps of pleasure.
Pinia purrs with satisfaction, and she sucks and sucks, feeling the penetrating taste of bitter almonds, and the delicate enchantment, like a spider's web, weaves strands of seductive energy, binding the guardian and her slave with an invisible thread.
Why do you always offer me the left breast? I ask, "Change into those pajamas right away,"
Pinia the Terrible replies, changing the subject.
My guardian and guardian, she increasingly emphasizes, "Your future depends on me." Observing my uncertainty and embarrassment, she smiles playfully. I don't know how to take this. She's very mysterious, yet determined. Yesterday, as I was falling asleep, heavily overfed, in a burst of good humor, she confided her secret to me:
"In the crucial period, just after the third explosion, when the guardians of the galaxies were decimated by an unknown epidemic, the smallest energy modules were recruited, combining and encoding them for guardian tasks. Thus my birth occurred. You will remain with me, in a state of waiting, until the Bright Stream arrives and carries you to Eldia, a distant and mysterious land. There, on an erotic mound, an extraordinary prophecy will be fulfilled. I noticed that as time passes, more and more curious glances connect us, we bump into each other, searching for the answer, sensing it lies somewhere nearby."
I remember that very first day, right after I woke up, dressing me in a diaphanous robe woven from faithful expectation, she remarked, as if accidentally brushing my exposed skin with her breast, "
You are so firm and beautiful
..." I looked, "Her breasts are a natural wonder, straight from Venus," my jealousy whispered to me with a gentle sting.
And from that moment on, a majestic, lascivious flame ignited in her eyes, the flame of a true devil.
I don't remember; I've seen it somewhere before, perhaps on a bike ride. I'm deeply concerned about my body
, ostentatiously wrapped in the crimson of her unconcealed lewdness. My silent hope that our direct contact would be limited to merely feeding slowly faded away...
At the beginning of the fourth decade, during a formal dinner, we sit facing each other. Pinia slowly rises, stands, her skirt indecently slit, her buttocks swinging with tiny steps, approaches the large candlestick, slowly and reverently lights the three central candles in the seven-branched bronze candlestick, "You light the others," she whispers, slipping the lit torch into my left hand. She returns to her seat, sits down, and silently stares at me. Her eyes burn like the oval core of ardent desire, a confession so fervent, so shameless.
I can't stand that look, and in the terrifying silence, I blurt out a half-conscious question that has long awaited priority on my shelf, but fear has always held it back.
Tell me, how did I get here?
She lowered her gaze, and after a moment replied calmly, though I didn't think she'd continue with the subject
. "I spent a long time cleaning you from the mud of pre-hibernation
. You were brought by my friend, a traveling salesman and hunter, Andrzej Łaskawy. You were in a pitiful state because he doesn't take care of his goods. Lately, he's been managing your body, selling it wherever he can, on the street, in the park, in the backseat. Of course, he was always the first to go; he's too stingy to pay for it.
" "
Blue. Blue." Blue...
A dizzying vortex draws me in.
It falls.
A photograph touched by accident.
A remembered image...
Last year's flower.
A flowing dress.
I feel the touch of the wind. A silken caress
wraps itself around my thighs. With the tips of long, trembling fingers , it gently climbs the mound. It waits a moment before I tremble, half- conscious. How happy! With its moist tongue, it finds the velvet of my panties, reaches into the depths of secret sensations to ensnare them there, to oppress them with delight, and I help it. Hey... Are you listening? Pinia, and her raised voice slaps her hand on the stone tabletop, reverberates, bringing me back to my lost consciousness . Yes, yes, but of course. I'm listening to you. I quickly return from a distant memory that still haunts me. I don't know when or where it happened, but it must have been wonderful if this image wanders after me like a fairy-tale lover. Fairy-tale faithful! Andrzej the Gracious, a fellow of whom there are many, wanders the backstreets of galaxies, uninvited, suddenly accidental, in his constant wanderings, visiting the most suspicious places. He sets numerous traps, like a spider and an octopus.
He sells or trades, sometimes as a hunter, he pursues fugitives wanted on arrest warrants.
You were a first-class wanted man, ho, ho! He reaped a huge profit by finding you.
Yesterday, while you were still deeply asleep, I carefully examined your shattered body. Andrzej decoded your consciousness and exploited you mercilessly until the very end. And when the reward was announced, he dragged you here and sold you for the last time. You're lucky you found me.
I see her pressing her thighs together tightly as she says this in a trembling voice, her hungry desire writhing insidious, viper-infested—"What a match," I thought to myself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "
Are you wet?" she asked unexpectedly. "
Don't be afraid, I just want to touch you with the tip of my finger, don't be afraid, nothing will come of it...
What a fool you've become!" Ignoring
my outrage, she reaches for the blue velvet, stretches the elastic, and slips one finger in, then the other.
She had precisely anticipated the effect of this seemingly innocent provocation... She surprised me with a sudden touch, making my knees tremble, uncontrollable, feeling a long-suppressed flame erupt beneath my skin. I arch my back.
Oh, not my sweet!
I only wanted to touch, he pulls out... and slowly pushes it in again.
I feel the irritated power of desire ignite a fiery rainbow, I arch my back even further, let it reach me, let it devour me at once.
I slide my panties down, revealing the rounded face of untamed greed and hunger.
Awakened, unearthly. Awakened, angelic. Awakened and naked as the spring branch of a noble apple tree.
Cuddle up – she whispers.
Wait, wait – I pretend to adjust my braid, though I know I won't be able to resist her today.
It's okay…
Don't say anything.
Don't say anything.
My consciousness whirls in the service of wild excitement, entangled in this powerless bush, powerless, and my body obediently obeys all her magical commands, moving, clinging, or assuming unusual poses, oh now – she commands – give me a little higher, a little more… – Finally, almost unconsciously, she hisses, wait, I'll finish soon, I'll possess you all, I have to manage to gather everything before this hour's illusions pass. Like two dragonflies, we seem to pass each other, but we hook our shared arms, still greedy and eager for each other. I'll do whatever you want, I whisper, just like her, in a drooling whisper. A little more…, oh yes, yes…
– Go to sleep now.
I see a colorful picture hanging on a rusty nail, driven crookedly. I lie on my back with my eyes closed, I look at him, involuntarily.
(image)
The smoothness of your arms
With a desperate gesture
My gaze beckons
I'm afraid you'll tell me - don't touch
Before you leave,
Suddenly
You slip off
your velvet dress from your shoulders
, which, caressing your back
, falls like relief, with a sigh, a
butterfly wing .
In the touch,
with a rustle like a petal
, like a reed
- I cry.
My tear of love flows down ,
waiting for salvation
, waiting for the sweet moment to rise and delight
with a ribald sway.
Through the mounds of breasts
, it flows in a silent, living wave,
with a trembling, shimmering moonlight.
For me,
your velvet virginity
slips off your shoulders.
A light fabric falls to your feet, a spell
spreading faintly .
That which it reveals,
gliding along your thighs ,
caressing your uncovered feet, it envelops you.
You stand, pink-pale, timid,
willless
, under your hand, you do not hide your shame.
It already clings in flight, somewhere from afar,
summoned by lightning.
Breath to breath
, impatient hand to hand,
with surprise,
fleeing to desire.
Our nakedness
does not want to wait any longer,
long in sinful alcohol. We weave whispers
just
before
dawn
, exhausted
, sipping sweet fainting..., and
your scent
from
yesterday
I still take in my hands
and kiss - stay, stay...
-, but you won't stay
. As I fell asleep, I thought, - whoever painted this must be a gifted artist.
*
Susanna. Dream
You will distribute love, though they called it debauched. You will satisfy thirsty visitors, they pay no attention to your preferences or the time of day. You will bite your nails until they bleed, moaning silently and helplessly, because your liberation is stuck in a deep hole.
It has stopped like your last hour and the funeral march rings out. You have no way to move it.
Closed by your enslaving surroundings, with a gaze vain with longing you gaze at the colorful lights in the distance, across and across the entire cosmos. These are your thoughts, desires, and actions, begun but still unfinished.
A woman's fate is tied to the gift of Earthly beauty, extraordinary. Each of you would like to suck this fruit, swallow the sweet pulp, and abandon the rest. What coincidence has trapped me in the insidious snare of the Here and Now? I could have been Joanna Darc's sister
. "Susan, wake up! I feel through the infrared, your fragile arms stretched out in supplication," said Plagiat, silent for three days, like a stone from the tail of the oldest comet, the Emotionless One.
For the first time, a note of warmth echoed in his tone... I noticed with surprise.
Overpowered by this guardian's merciless cocoon of blind obedience, separated from my sweetest desires and feelings, I watch with pain as goodness, humanity's noblest flowers, wither, slowly transforming into icy lumps of our indifference to the fate of our doubles.
Is unrequited love noble? Does it matter? Does it possess power?
"Hey, my dear," he snaps me out of the reverie that sometimes allows me to forget reality, "we're moving in the fourth dimension! Speed is the order of the day here.
Go, go! Faster!" Plagiat urged, "who gave you your driver's license?" "Heedless of the fact that I am a wandering, oppressed woman, with spots of fatigue on my body and anguish in my soul."
I consciously slow down, as a woman would, as much as possible, risking being swallowed by a black hole, but I know my procrastination will change nothing.
Plagiarism, though foolish, is nevertheless faithful, will do everything to meticulously fulfill its mission.
It will lead me there... in cold blood!
"I wasn't lucky," I think aloud.
The story of my short life is gray, colorless, and that's how it will soon end. I continue, waiting for his reaction.
I wasn't lucky enough to climb to the very top of the ladder, to watch with satisfaction as others fall, shattered, defeated, while I steadfastly plow on, plow on, higher, higher!
To finally find myself on the coveted firmament of fame, power, and satiety. To be the mistress of the world, visible to the ends of the horizon! To feast on this saving nourishment, despising the daily drudgery of existence.
I wasn't lucky enough to find myself at that ladder at a moment when fate dealt all the aces.
For example, who are you? You work from dawn to dusk so someone else can profit. With a pale face in a constant rush, stomach ulcers, and rheumatism in your creaking joints. And on top of that, you're afraid of losing this miserable job. You don't believe you'll ever live to see better days, let alone retirement.
On Sundays, you either sleep or stare wide-eyed at that stupid TV.
Relax, Susan, I'm doing my job, and I'm telling you, remember that the brightest star is the one that has no restraint in its flight, and it's the most visible, but its lifespan is short.
I'm not interested in your ladder-like philosophy, sorry.
Let's speed things up, better not linger." With that, he slapped me hard where my high-frayed dress couldn't hide both buttocks at once.
Plop!...plop!...plop!!! It mocks the echo, carrying within itself my searing pain and sorrow and unspoken complaint.
I hissed, inhaling deeply.
Oh! You rusty pervert, you're playing! That's what the worst are. But I didn't have time to say that.
Particles of silver dust, whistling shrilly, announce the approach of a speeding object. I close my eyes to avoid irritating them, and... Suddenly, there's a sudden, resounding flash, like a metal bucket dropped violently onto the stone floor.
And when I open it, the implacable guardian, Plagiarism, a master of hand-to-hand combat, transformed into a cloud of gray dust, flows chaotically, sucked into the hungry abyss of space, straight toward the ajar gate of eternity.
And that's all that remains of us, of humanity. I instinctively summarized the meaning of our existence, which, daily, is accompanied by weariness and often such hopeless repetition of the same actions. Perhaps that's why I lacked even a shred of regret. Oh well... There's nothing to regret.
As a little girl, this is how I imagined the cruel hell that even adults feared. Bottomless blackness, an endless journey, yet still tethered.
Hello, my dear! Suddenly, a genuine voice clicked behind me, not sweet, but joyful, plucked from a completely different place, so out of place in this environment.
"Driven by nostalgia," it sounded gracefully, "bound by mission, named 4-Cedi, I walk on the level of the fourth dimension, "ho, ho, what a pleasant meeting!
But, but I see, fear has taken possession of your gaze. Are you afraid of what?
Who are you really?" I asked, surprised. "I don't understand, is this another cuckoo's egg throwing fate at me?"
Suddenly, the mighty Plagiarism, winner of many Olympiads, turns to dust and disappears without a word!
I'm surprised by your sudden appearance in this extraordinary setting.
Oh, little pileup, poor old Plagiarism, I think he's a bit blind." He replied dismissively. "
I'm the commissioner!" I am allowed to possess firearms, and I am also equipped with
a fourth-level, immortal armor shield, resistant to all scratches and impacts in this Dimension.
You are very beautiful, surely I haven't made you a widow?
Where are you coming from?
What are you doing here?
Where are you going?
For my goal is Eldia...
Suddenly coming to, I shuddered.
I feel the winged bird of my hope, lost, so many times battered, returning. That bird returns, with a shot-through wing, happy to have found its nest.
Blinded unexpectedly by the penetrating light of good hope, Zuzanna slowly turns her head, disbelieving in such an extraordinary coincidence, disbelieving yet in an encounter on the endless meadows of the universe, where billions of events take place at every moment, interwoven only with the faintest threads of the Dawn.
In a T-shirt and semi-transparent, loose silk panties, standing before her is a macho man, Laluś Lowelas, aka Pomada. Darkly colored from his daily ultraviolet bath.
And I'm so unattractive in a dress all tattered, with silver dust in my hair, and no comb in my handbag, she thought. She blushed; it was obvious she wanted to please him so badly.
"What's a girl like you doing here?" he asked himself, feeling her silent gaze sweep over the flowing white robe, where his considerable, proud lurker lived, a proud little animal that struggled to demand everyone's attention.
She didn't even look at my bleeding ear
. Damn... He noticed
. I could have done it more discreetly. Zuzanna thought, though, without even a hint of embarrassment . Lipstick
! It means nothing to me.
I've met plenty like him on some planet, probably in the solar system, music blaring, pump, pump, pump... elbow braced against the window and pedal to the metal. The main file cabinet was full of flies. This has always irritated me terribly.
I don't like men (maybe they were just grown-up kids?) who, during the recruitment process for the first Olympics, were experimentally injected with a triple dose of Trendi, probably thinking it would accelerate the development of our civilization. Well, today we know that ninety-nine percent of them have pupated into ordinary drones.
I look at him more closely.
Smelling of heavenly violets, he stands broad-shouldered, his joy bared, his smile wide, his eyes flashing with alternating flavors of chocolate, ripe oranges, and the licentious visions of a erotomaniac. I've met many men; I swear, I've never seen such licentiousness! In the mingling of sweets and fragrant fruits, the insidious villain hid his face, his pointed ears protruding, listening vigilantly, searching for a victim of his prostitution.
The rest of his face was invisible, covered in a layer of frothy gray, sticky slime, not saliva, impatient anticipation. Beneath his superficial carefreeness, I felt this HE become HE, and he was glaring at me with a wicked gaze. I have to be very careful, it's a trick!
What's wrong with you? He asked, looking me straight in the eyes.
I'd like to be with you... I whispered timidly, avoiding his gaze just in case.
"Oh, wonderful!" He exclaimed with delight before I could finish the sentence. "
Have I become your liberator?" And without waiting for an answer, he continued, "
I can take you to the gates of Eldia, but unfortunately, that's where my fourth-dimensional power ends.
I have specialized as a commissar of painful acts, I am an envoy to fulfill a mission, though I don't yet know what it will consist of. I will be fully informed immediately after crossing the gates of this blissful land."
I see you're a random visitor here, lonely, lost, helpless, and defenseless. Like most beautiful women.
Ha, ha, ha! I'll take care of you, I'll be the leader of this trip. I'll take care of you. Let's get going now, because a storm is brewing," he added, glancing impatiently from side to side.
In a mad whirlwind, their feet not touching, they soared through the wasteland, stirring up the dust of long-dead and forgotten planets. They outran the occasional playful and carefree twinkle of stars, windows draped with white sheets, children left to their own devices, in a particularly unforgiving space where the only scent was the repulsive odor of ammonia and the stench of burning hair.
Susanna, her hair blown by the wind of pre-explosions like a good angel in old church paintings, would occasionally let out a sigh, which, lagging behind, instantly turned into a lonely lump of ice. And it lasted like a penitential torment, as if time had died, as if motion had died. Along the way, they pass dark corners never illuminated by a single saving thought. They wade through countless swarms of nebulae, tear through the tails of sparkling comets. They wander tenaciously, their bodies covered with ever-new injuries, numerous abrasions and hematomas, and their clothing is in tatters like a battle pennant fluttering.
One morning, we stop abruptly...
Here we will rest, 4-Cedi decided firmly.
Here I will receive your promise.
The gates of Eldia are already in sight, he said, pointing a finger toward the black dot. "
Uh," I nodded, breathing heavily, lying limp on my back, still dazed by the flashing images, understanding nothing. He probably knew this was the case, subconsciously sensing my vulnerability. "
Stretch out both hands." "What can I do, he's stronger?" I slowly stretch my hands out in front of me, in a slave's gesture. "
I bind them with my bondage!" He whispered, looking at the sky.
"Spread your thighs wide – I submit to his domination without protest, lulling my shame to sleep, I spread them wide. Perhaps I should protest? Jump up and run? But where?
Here I bind them with your captivity!" He whispered, gazing enchanted at my ruby stone, which, though so tiny, revealed its full allure from its spread legs.
I fear someone is spying on us, I glance around.
In the distance, I recognize the black hole into which the Keymaster entered long ago, heading for the gates of Eldia.
How much time has passed? How much...?
Chance has made me your lord and liberator. I brought you here according to your will. Now I expect payment. Let the payment be...
Pale, I look him straight in the eyes, terrified by what might happen. And yet, contrary to what reason dictates, I am happy with this uncertainty, this expectation, this shiver. His eyes were filled with lurking again, chocolates, ripe oranges, and vague, hungry visions.
Let my payment be... - He repeated...
Fertilization, but in an unusual way, because I can only do it once...
You're looking at me like I'm a whore
. You've been nice up until this moment! Interrupting him, I snorted with helplessness. I was wrong, I had secretly hoped I'd finally meet someone...
Why are you all like this?
Zuzanna, it's not my fault. A long time ago, I was innocently sentenced to five years in the circus, then I volunteered in the Legion, brutal training lasted two years, after which a control module was implanted in me, completely erasing my memory of creating positive events...
As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeve of his pristine white shirt, exposing his strong arm .
Ebony skin, covered with a thin, sparse stubble, gleamed with freshness and strength, hugging
his steely muscles. And that extraordinary scent, the scent he'd exuded from the beginning
—I wonder what cosmetics he uses—flew through my mind, despite my precarious situation.
He knelt reverently beside me. At that moment, I saw, from the same fabric, appear... the third.
A mature man!
Not Lipstick.
Not Satyr.
Happiness smiled at me. (I waved him discreetly, sending him a sign of friendship.)
He slid his bare arm right under her mouth, gaping with surprise and astonishment. It was clear she hadn't expected such a situation
. "Kiss." He whispered directly into her ear, making no attempt to hide the passion raging within him. "
Why?" Pulling back slightly, with shy disgust, Susanna asked.
"Kiss, now!" he demanded without further explanation.
Overwhelmed by sweet fear, tearing away the remnants of humiliation, my eyes full of soapy tears, my nostrils filled with the scent of a heated bird, I give in. It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things anyway.
I squeeze my eyes shut, as if it would help my soul, numb my uncertainty, preserve my purity.
I brush my lips against his without touching his skin, the delicate fuzz.
I feel its warmth and golden glow, and I gently move, penetrating ever new areas. It moves me and tickles me with desire licked on moistened lips.
Tenderly, it embraces long-dormant nooks and crannies, awakening within me the senses of blues, pinks, flutters, and the final thunderbolt, long-ago dormant, awakening a new woman from her slumber.
No longer indifferent, I grab his skin with my teeth and tug at individual hairs, igniting his skin, his entire arm, then his other arm, his neck, his torso. And this heat spreads lower and lower with desire, reaching every petal of his body, and a sigh flows from his chest, pierced by the delightful play.
Liiiii, lick, liiiiiii... A vulgar, wild plea rang out, enraged by negligence, lust.
My moist, warm tongue envelops and caresses, sealing the accomplishment of my lips, reaching untouched places, greedy and thirsty for this sweetness beyond the rational sense.
I no longer know, I do not understand...
Here is the caress inflicted, it rebounds, as if returning from his entire body, entering my body with a spirit, a sweet and insidious swoon.
Here is the pleasure inflicted, it rebounds and returns to my body, lifting me like the scent of cinnamon and tiny, angry iron needles.
The most sublime thing is accomplished, the absorption of mutual secrets,
the tearing apart of fiery desires. To the end.
Imprisoned within themselves, two scents rise, creating an otherworldly fragrant mixture, from one goblet they drink wine, from the same bread they eat.
All things, good and evil, originate here .
Such is the established order
. But today no one remembers who decided this.
They still lie side by side, panting with fulfillment sweeter than the sweetest autumn berries. Their scents, slowly separated, will wander again, reviving hunger and desire within, reviving the expectation of further fulfillment.
The man, turned away, shamefully shields the still slippery, inert piece of flesh, which in this state represents no value. He slowly puts on his shirt, fastens all the buttons meticulously.
Zuzanna clutches her still-trembling knees, furtively reaching for her awkwardly fitting panties. "
You seduced me," she said without conviction . "
Admit it, you wanted this, your moans of delight haven't yet died down.
I want you to know, I impregnated you with the virus of Love, eternal restlessness, desire, and insatiable hunger.
Our accounts are even. "Oh, one more thing, this is for you," he said, handing me a small parcel wrapped in starry blue
. It will make you young.
Can this fact be turned into laughter?
I watch as HE-Third, unhurried, without a backward glance, in his buttoned shirt, recedes and disappears into the depths of the gate leading to the interior of Eldia. He's done his job and gone, but for me, he's the second man you've taken from me this year!
Farewell – I whisper – farewell…
I gave myself away without a single word of protest, without a single gesture. Am I a whore? – Zuzanna thought with disgust, gently massaging her bitten nipples.
Tossing in her thoughts, she dispassionately opens the starry blue… the fruit of recent actions.
I will be the judge of myself. I've learned to lose. I ask, which of the inherited truths have I broken?
She takes out a diamond necklace, in disbelief…
And a black, deep black, flowing dress.
Oh! No!
I have to try this on right now – you are the dearest… She whispered with genuine emotion and delight. Forgetting the dilemmas that had tormented her soul just a moment ago.
She encircles her neck with a necklace, a ray of light and a thousand flashes of joy.
With a radiant face, she plunges her cheek into the pristine blackness, the blackness of bottomless solace,
and the memory of her mother returns .
A tear flows
and falls into that blackness, softening the incomprehensible abyss.
I envelop you in my body, a delicate fabric spun from the black mist of my childhood and tonight.
I have never had a dress like this. Never, she cried aloud to herself.
With her hair covered in silver dust, a diamond necklace around her smooth neck, a flowing black dress hugging her round breasts, dancing barefoot, Kasia returns to the first step of her youth .
Time has receded, like a sea wave deflected from steep rocks in an unknown direction, carrying with it her weariness
. Let us leave the course of history to itself.
It was he who willingly tied the knots of secrets so that none of us could distinguish him. It was he who created the labyrinth of his own confusion. We must struggle in the chaos of uncertainty, helpless, powerless, because of his imprudent decisions. We construct a vision of our own beginning and end. This is not punishment, only his recklessness, which no one expected.
Let us leave the course of History to itself.
Either it will untangle itself from its own snares, emerge from the darkness and see the light of day, or drag us with it to eternal perdition.
It was easier to create planets, shape them, creating a perfect order out of chance, than to control our own feelings, an unpredictable tyrant.
Fear returns on a sleepless night, or in dreams like a vampire. Shots ring out, it's an execution, our thoughts fall with shattered heads, the panorama illuminated by the full moon, and the voice carries far. One salvo, and another, an erection of fear, fearing not only for the body but also for the soul.
Soul? Laugh at me!
Seekers of Signs.
Men gather in a small pub.
They order beer, offer cigarettes...
Don't take this too literally.
The burden of experience distorts enthusiasm.
The keeper
, weighed down by a burden beyond the strength of a mere mortal, cursed silently against the rules, slowly approached the gate, panting, choking on his breath and his own sweat, but his perseverance and dedication are astonishing, like a dragon with many heads.
Just a little longer, he encouraged himself, though increasingly weariness felled him like a felled beech log, just a little longer and I will stand before this defenseless girl, staring at the horizon, he repeated silently, counting the steps, the days...
A girl whose power has sunk invisible claws into his heart. She inflicts on him a mortification that, with bloodshot eyes, hypnotizes all the resources of prudence at his disposal. After all, he is no longer a youth to spend his nights frantically, with a sonnet on his lips.
"You're struggling now, looking at your surroundings. You want to escape, and you want to stay.
The remnants of ambition bravely fight doubt in the wisdom of our actions. In one night, a single event overturns all the carefully laid plans by which you intended to shape your future.
You started as a common keyholder, with nothing or almost nothing, now you possess the Ring and its power, you'll soon be promoted and have your own room on the fortieth floor of an office building, a desk with double gilding, and a host of humble keyholders at your disposal...
A civilization captured in two words:
Fire and...
The First Wheel carved in stone.
Thick books.
Bulky volumes.
Still
following one another.
Did the fire come first?
Was it meant to be merely a punishment?
Events – read
Phenomena – read
Delusions – read
An unending plea
– Show the Sign
Show the sign, the jewel in the crown of blind faith
Our faith
He who explains to you
The incomprehensibility of events
Phenomena
Delusions
By others
Will be called God...
But
you, you will find a way to overthrow his throne
Buy our newspaper every day!
Listen to our radio stations every day!
Doppelgangers – Cedi
Memory, an extraordinary device. Two modules: recording and reading. A storage facility for not always useful junk, an area under battle, a field that, by controlling it, can earn you a fortune.
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