Chapter 1: The temple of Void
The rain is immense, they told me, but I would rather say, the rain is quite dead, all those small drops whose odour constantly stain my hair make me smell like a corpse.
I walk through a desert street, only quite a miserable light of some rusty lamps let me see what is around: nothing.
As my steps echo through that old and wet side walk, I suddenly descry a small package,
I unwrap its stinky bandage and reveal something small, probably one of those things the living use to register their life, if they ever live, though I am concerned, the content is mysterious, though from what I can grasp it is the story of a god and of a goddess, who by willing to imitate the perfection of nature created something even more perfect, the union of his essence and her living sprout combined and weaved together with their breath originated a being which soon became sentient and soon began to mutter the language of universe, a language that could be comprehended by any living being, it was beyond everything, even beyond the god and the goddess.
Quite an interesting story I would say, but there is a big mistake: this being is not perfect, it still has to experience the everything of void and space.
I close the seemingly pale scroll and I head toward a seemingly eroded building, the fissures are small and seem to be observing me, I can feel the very presence of the temple.
I venture inside, nothing but void surrounds my mind, all is so gloomy, but also so thrilling, you can even perceive the emptiness brought by time.
As I behold the pictures, I notice that they are familiar, I can recognise the huge body depicted in the middle of the room, probably used for some kind of rituals or gathering, and in the centre is quite a peculiar object, on the surface are carved the same letters I saw on that piece of paper, perhaps those were the same words, I can recognise some signs at least, but I have not to get distracted now, so I uncover the seemingly decrepit thing and finally, I can take what I was looking for: something.
As I feel quite a potent current wrapping me I also hear a thunder coming next to me, the glow is insuperable, the rumble so delicate, it seemed that it was lullabying me, my body gets less tense.
I frown, a buzz arises all around, it is quite painful to my fastidious hearing, but it then disappears, strange.
I immediately head toward the exit of this seemingly depressing place, I survive whatever I had to, I can proclaim I am the original being, perfection and knowledge flow inside of me, my heart does not pulsate, my heart is the very pulse of universe.
I can reunite with the original creator, no, I can become the perfect author whose everlasting creed shall remain, under the bottom of the burden, above the dust of soil, in the middle of void.