𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍:𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝

I have met many people. I have witnessed what there is of humanity and have seen their greatest sins. Which is why humans bore me. But sometimes there are individuals who truly interest me—not because of their actions, but because of the complexities of their minds that sometimes truly remind me that I may not have seen everything that exists. That does not mean I do not know it; I was simply ignorant of it for some time. Nothing escapes my eye, and ultimately, everything that exists is known to me. Things that I have never seen are the things that do not exist in this world.

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Smoke clouded the sky, turning the once blue heavens grim and grey. The land was barren, with no vegetation, and if there was a tree, all of its leaves had fallen, leaving behind only a dead trunk. This was the place where dead bodies lay and souls escaped from this world we call Earth, where they were cremated and brought peace by simply saying, “Amen.”

A man could be seen from a distance, his pair of hands using a shovel to push dirt out of the earth, making space for another body. He was a grave digger, and he dug holes in the ground for both the rich and the poor. Everyone, in his eyes, was the same. It did not matter whether someone ate a luxurious meal every night or survived on a small morsel of food to escape starvation. In the end, they lay where they came from. Thus, they were equal.

By afternoon, he finished digging. He sat on a wooden platform meant for priests to recite prayers for the dead. He looked around, watching a nearby fire cremate another person. He saw someone standing at the front of the cremation site, silently watching— not moving, not staring.

He went to her out of pity and said, “Why do you stand here, dear miss? He is in the heavens now, at peace.”

The lady did not move, only kept staring at the same place. He did not try to place a hand on her shoulder to comfort her; he knew how people looked at him.

Then a voice called from behind. It was Hewas, a fellow grave digger as well.

“Where are you looking, Burstua? Flapping your mouth like a fish? We have work here.”

Burstua did not get angry but simply walked back and said, “I feel pity for the young woman.”

“What woman? There is no one there but the cremation going on.”

Burstua did not get shocked. He looked at the place again. The woman was still standing, just as she had been. It had happened many times before, and Burstua had grown used to it.

He went with Hewas, his mind still thinking about the young woman. He had seen many people like this— in groups and alone. He never understood why Hewas could not see them. Sometimes he saw them, and sometimes he did not. Which made him wonder—was he fooling around? Or simply unable to see?

“He can’t see, but we see what the human mind can never see,” they told him.

He sighed as he picked up the shovel and started removing dirt again.

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