Prologus.
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Warm. Only the cool water lightly touched my feet. It smells like the sea here. A sea of emotions, a sea of memories. What would homo sapiens call it...
exactly! The beach!
I looked around. It's so quiet, so peaceful.
Quiet... and peaceful... I was getting sleepy. I wanted to lie down on this soft, warm and airy sand and lie there for a very, very long time. But at the same time, it was very hard on my soul, I wanted to cry.
-!!
A chill ran down my spine.
I turned around and saw a man. Tall, with snow-white hair and porcelain skin. He looked at me with fatherly tenderness.
Without realizing it, salty tears rolled down my cheeks. The man looked compassionate, as if he was choosing his words. The atmosphere was incredibly inviting, calm, where there was no place for emotions. But with all this, the man looked like someone I can tell right now that I still feel bad, damn it!
- I feel bad, - I said, cutting it off. I pursed my lips, the words were very hard for me, so I spoke them through force. There was a note of hysteria in my voice, - It's so quiet and peaceful here. But my soul is not quiet and not calm, - I lowered my face to the floor, unable to hold back my sobs. His shoulders were shaking as if with chills.
The man held out his hand to me . I looked at her.
- The child.
I shuddered at the familiar feeling. His voice seemed to be everywhere, filling my head, ears and all the space around. He penetrated to the very depths of the wounded soul.
- Get up, don't sit on your knees. Not you. Don't sit on your knees in front of someone like me. Don't let anyone bring you to your knees when you're capable of that, - The words with a firm intonation echoed in my head, - You're strong, you can handle everything.
I nodded and grabbed his hand, which was cold and soft, but harbored some kind of strength. The man lifted me up easily and looked into my eyes.
- Sometimes we all need to cry ourselves out, let our emotions run wild. Of course, you need to give yourself permission to be angry, happy, sad, delighted. We are living beings.
A short silence filled with my sobs. I was shaking all over, but not from the cold, but from the hurricane that was raging inside me. The man took my hand.
- Let's go for a walk, - It sounded as firm as a statement.
.....
I don't know how long we've been walking. An hour? A year? Or maybe all my life? Time flies differently here, as if it doesn't exist at all.
With this realization, I stopped abruptly.
- Everything is very strange. There is an unnatural silence and tranquility here. Why is it so peaceful here? Why is it so quiet here? It's insanely quiet...
My heart was racing, and I felt depressed. I looked at my companion, hoping to find answers to my questions in him.
But I'm on the verge of hysteria, I want to scream, hit, tear up. I'm angry, I'm upset, I'm at a loss.
Seeing my condition, the man pulled me to him and began stroking my head. His touch sent a jolt through me, calming my raging heart.
The heart?
It's still beating, I can feel it.
Then the man took my face in his hands and wiped away a new stream of tears. It was going to be a sincere conversation.
- Who are you? - My question sounded with a mixture of fear and disbelief, disappearing into thin air.
- Viamostendens, - He smiled at the realization on my face. Holy Helios! The phrase that sounded in Latin gave me hope and awareness of who is standing in front of me.
- Pointing the way! So you are...
....
My friend sighed.
- Now, after all that has been said, I need to leave you.
I looked at him sharply. A look full of sadness and despair. This man pulled me out of the pool into which I plunged headlong.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going on a very long journey.
- Will we meet again, my dear friend?
- I'll meet you, I promise, - He gave me a sincere and incredible smile that was imprinted on my mind for a long time, - My dear friend.
We got up from the soft sand and held hands. A spark passed between us, reminding us of our connection.
- Now you will remember everything thoroughly. It will be unpleasant. But I believe in you, child. Remember who you are. You're strong. You can handle everything. Bring light to this world. After all, the world is in your hands.
My dear friend let go of my hand and took me by the back of the head and tilted me towards him. Our foreheads touched.
Flash.
Tens of thousands of memories flashed before my eyes. That's who I am. I am who I really am. My friend has lit an extinguished light in me, which will help me cope with everything that awaits me ahead. I remembered my true identity, my mission. I am ready to face difficulties, ready to cope with any danger, because I know that I am strong.
I am the Light.
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- Please, understand. It would have happened anyway.
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- Where are you going, handsome man?
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- We are so far away….
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- I cherish you very much. You are the last I have left.
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- I love you, brother.
- I love you, sister.
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- Wake up, Light bearer. Bring the light. Bring it and give it hope. Overshadow the rage that has covered everyone, because you are the light bearer. Wake up,
Ay……
