The sun just above my face, blinding my eyes upon waking. Apparently I
fell asleep on a rock whose height was twice mine. I do not know how
long I've stayed here, and how fate has brought me to this site.
Without knowing my origin, where I'm going and what direction to take. I
stood up on battered feet, which gave me the certainty of having
traveled long and winding road, but my soul combined with the warm and
favorable weather. Weather announcing the time to walk under the
direction of the wind, letting it blow me slowly along the path leading
to my fate of this day, today the wind came from the south, heading
north.
My clothes were dirty, old and worn, contrasting with the landscape and
the good weather, contrasting with me. A surprise was waiting at my
side, an old book and two apples, one red and one green, appeared to be
mine, since there was nobody near me who could claim their ownership.
The scarlet orb, the less bright, this I see a little bruised, he was
the one who I decided to sacrifice, to break this fast, to calm the
whining roar of a hungry stomach, dry, with nothing inside.
There is not much arround me. In the far north, I see cattle, and two
individuals on the backs of horses. To the south, several miles, I see
black clouds darkening the horizon, heralding an impending storm. Beyond
a small town wedged between mountains.
To the west is the forest and see eastward, near or far, the silhouette
of a lady escort escorted by six spectra. I do not know where to go, if
they flee or pursue me. I just feel they have to be taken into account.
I had to choose a direction, north luck could maybe give me some fresh
milk, to the south I have hope of finding shelter, maybe a little stock.
To the west, in the woods, surely i coulkd find some berries. The
latter is the best of my options, as I shall not beg. But probably come
from this place, where else could I have obtained the apples. The forest
is not an option. There is only one alternative, is more than obvious,
my way is the East. I like the fact that it has nothing to offer, it
captivates its dark and mysterious air, my destiny is the path of this
dark woman.
There was no road, only grass and bare trees dotting the plain. Set my
sights on the spectra, and walked toward them. With the book under my
left arm and clutching the green apple in my right hand, squeezed the
way to approach the woman and her court.
I walked tighlty, fast enough to keep her pase, apparently going in the
same direction at the same step, then came the twilight and the distance
between us was still the same.
At last she stayed still, and you could see the light of a fire, could
not see details, but I knew that today would not advance further, as she
lay on a blanket that had spread on the floor. I climbed a tree to keep
the scope of my visit to the woman and her escort. Then I took the
little time that remained of day light to look through the book.
It was titled:
"Personal Journal"
Below this, printed in black ink read:
"Author Name".
Then, written in calligraphic letter saying
"Anonymous, if you, who do not know his name, who else? ".
On the next page were only two sentences:
"Even if you live one day at a time without being able to look back,
if your nature is preserved, walk along the path of your destiny"
And in small letters underneath was written:
"Behind the shadow is always light, follow them. Pursue it. "
The rest of the book was blank, do not get it very well, I have much sleep, I analyze it tomorrow.
After that, I fell asleep.
The sun just above my face, blinding my eyes upon waking. Apparently I
fell asleep on a tree whose height was twice mine. I do not know how
long I've stayed here, and how fate has brought me to this site. I raise
my head. In the east, far away, I see the silhouette of a lady escort
escorted by six spectra. Am I runnimg after, or away from it?
