The night whipped under a cold wind. The trees stretched out their branches like whips, punishing the poor sinful devils. Without discrimination, it was pure holiness.
The wind whistled at the touch of the ear, like the laughter of little chaotic marauders. One mockery, two mockeries... Perpetual taunts.
Sparkling or rotten teeth?
It was not a question for a person running for his life to judge. When his instincts gathered and acted like revitalizing needles in his head, it was not possible.
Kale was running desperately, his train of thought unstoppable. Different negative emotions rested on his chest, rising and falling.
With great gulps of air, he never stopped. As if injected with adrenaline, he did not feel his setbacks.
Adrenaline...
His mouth was salivating more than usual, creating a real thermal space. The cold sweat was already making him uncomfortable, and his heart was pumping like a power station.
His will was focused on one thought that stood out above all others.
"Hey, hey, amigo-! Amig-!" a man shouted.
He was on the paved street, on his way home. He had been drinking in the bar until his skin turned red.
Kale felt a solid impact and was immediately on the ground again. Fortunately this time he didn't kiss the ground. But based on a reciprocal exchange, different scrapes were added to his body in disrepair.
Breathing out a big gulp of air, he reset himself on the ground. In order not to lie on the ground, he had rested all his weight on his wrists. Which was not a smart move because he was weak.
He breathed in and out, his arms trembling. In his dirt-covered eyes were reflected a myriad of countless things, which immediately expired in a distant memory.
When he finally stood up, he looked at the victim of his accidental tackling. A man, who smelled of thick alcohol.
"You bastard!... Damn, a poor lucky man is still a poor lucky man". complained the man on the ground.
Kale just watched him with fear in his eyes. His mind began to churn.
"You son of a bitch! I understand that it's the goddamn hour, but you understand that there are still citizens and pedestrians going about their day. The man repeated as he slowly rose to his feet.
The high concentration of alcohol in his blood was largely to blame.
Blood alcohol.
And sinful adrenaline.
"Why the fuck don't you fucking answer me, you fucking retard or what?! I swear I'll catch you here and I'll make you normal". The man said hyperactively.
Every word that came out of his mouth was stinky due to the high alcohol content in them.
At this, Kale simply reacted by slowly walking away from the violent guy.
But unfortunately, they shared neither thoughts nor intentions.
The man was angry and his anger was palpable. This was his usual shameless and violent behavior.
"Do you know how to remedy this?! Hey, tell me, tell me... Do you know how to remedy this?"! Said the man menacingly.
His footsteps were getting steadier by the second. Closer and closer to Kale who was walking away in bewilderment.
His fingers were no longer icy, feeling every millimeter of them. His ears were warm, and his eyes were invaded by reddish strands.
The old home had become a building. Paranoia was no longer the only tenant...
The man who had unfortunately fallen victim, came face to face with Kale. His smell was thick.
A spit was the act that broke the camel's back. Immediately one fell limply to the ground, again... But with a fresh bruise.
What's new!
But to his bewilderment, the "victor" ran from the scene. Paranoia and madness shine in his eyes.
Kale sincerely felt that above the skies of the city, there was an object that would engulf the world.
At this point, his shoes were already worn out but he was still running. Desperation tightened his chest.
Running at night was relaxing and fun. When the streets were quiet and the city lights sparkled like diamonds.
But this frosty night, it was deserted. The occasional lights were a mild comfort to the soul.
He started down a bustling street. Because of his discordant footsteps, he zigzagged through nothingness itself.
The faint lights of the bars and the moonlight reflected on the pavement, creating a natural, deserted spectacle. Of which Kale had no idea.
He quickened his pace and felt the adrenaline rush as he recreated hypothetical scenarios in his mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as a grief-stricken woman rested between her knees in a corner. Her cheap make-up criss-crossed and her expression was distressed.
She decided to duck into a dark alley, where the shadows cast an eerie glow on the walls. The only sound was the pounding of her footsteps on the pavement, with the faint drip of a broken pipe. At this, Kale gathered more courage to lose his pursuers.
He emerged from the alley and found himself in a deserted industrial area. Buildings loomed above him, their windows like empty eyes staring back at him. Kale ran through the deserted streets, with only the sound of the wind through the trees.
As he ran, the moon began to rise with greater vehemence, dispelling all dark clouds and casting a silvery glow over the city.
He felt a sense of peace come over him, dispelling his earlier madness. The darkness and stillness of the night was a balm to his heart as it was engulfed in a slow vortex.
Kai thought he had run for miles, the echo of his footsteps through the buildings being his only companion in his defiant challenge...
He felt alive and free, the night air invigorating his senses. As he ran, he felt a connection with his surroundings, his rhythms and energy coursing through his veins.
The last breath before death...
Finally, he stopped, his chest heaving. Kale looked up at the sky, the stars sparkling like diamonds in the night sky. He was thankful he had managed to escape, his hands shaking and his eyes blazing between reddish strands.
With a smile on his face, Kale turned around. It was there, where he could see two figures approaching.
Exploding required a simple switch.
...
Kansis slept grumpily. Mainly because of the blow he had received, and on the other hand, his employer. Now that he thought about it, it had been a bad deal.
In principle he was going to sleep with a clear conscience, recognizing that he had abandoned his greed to help his fellow man. But now he slept with a large blindfold covering most of his face.
Federick, on the other hand, had slept smoothly. Assuming his experiment had been a total failure.
The next day...
One rape and three murders were recorded.
Theres a disappeared.
The victims had been recognized as a woman, an old man, and a young man. They had died at similar times under aggravating circumstances.
The female victim had died of asphyxiation and the two male victims were beaten to death.
A man named Kale was recognized as the culprit. A rich merchant, and owner of a medium-sized business.
How?
He was discovered sleeping among the uncovered fresh organs of the young victim. In a completely savage act, the young man had been perpetrated to an unrecognizable extent.
A tragic night.
The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, casting a golden glow across the landscape. A new sunset, for a fateful day.
The mountains, previously shrouded in darkness, emerged from their previous state of darkness, their peaks reaching heights unimaginable to ordinary mortals.
The air was cool and still, filled with the scent of pine trees and the song of birds.
Eventually, Federick would open his eyes. His dark circles were a bit pronounceable, but his jovial smile belied it.
As the sun continued its rise, the mist that blanketed the valleys begins to lift, revealing rolling hills and meandering streams. The landscape was a canvas of contrasts, with light and shadow, sound and silence, all in harmony.
Despite having been busy all day before, he was stretching out happily in a new morning. Conditioning their joints, at the sound of these ones.
The sun's rays illuminated the natural beauty of the landscape, highlighting the intricate patterns of nature.
The trees sway gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly like a lover's whisper.
To start the morning, Federick spread his doors wide. Connecting the interior of his home, with the exterior of his garden.
His nose inhaled in large amounts of the fragrant scent intrinsic to the surroundings. His garden was covered by a cold morning frost, and when the coolness connected with his bare skin, it gave him slight chills.
A river flowed through a large valley, its waters reflecting in the golden light of the sun. The rocks that bordered its bed were smooth and weathered, scarred by time and the elements.
Heavenly beauty was presented through the harmony of opposites, in different landscapes of extensive land.
Federick's face was flushed, suffused with a harmonious reddish color. Witnessing his anticipation, his hands even trembled at certain moments.
As the sun continued to rise, the landscape was transformed. The shadows receded and the colors intensified.
Federick sat on his characteristic spot, in a meditative pose. Guided by intuition, he was prepared for a breakthrough.
The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, lending a certain ethereal beauty to the simple scene.
The world was alive and vibrant, filled with the sounds of nature and the pulse of life. The rising of the sun is a reminder of the cyclical nature of life, where each day brings new opportunities and challenges.
With an upright pose, he began to calm his spirit. A harmonious serenity appeared between his brows, enveloping him in a brilliant spirit.
The landscape represented the dao, perpetual and eternal.
An endless path, flowing through all things and connecting them in a delicate balance. Winding paths or extensive ramifications.
The dao was intuitively presented to an ignoramus.
Who embraced him as his only and last belonging.
who perished
"holy" over others.
...
Finally, Federick crossed the fence that kept him from the next level.
Gathering countless energy between heaven and earth, he gently guided her and opened a miraculous space in the center of his stomach.
He did not even know the name of the so-called kingdom. His ignorance was extreme, as was his talent.
He did not ask his system the happy name. He was trying to wait for the answers promised by his father.
He supposed that soon he would meet him once more. His wish was to hit him in the balls... According to his system, it could be an ancestor. What's more satisfying than punching an ancestor in the balls as a kid?
But it wasn't his current focus. Yesterday, after returning from his unsuccessful adventure, he dedicated himself to painting an oil painting for the rest of the day.
They once said that a blank sheet was the greatest sense of freedom.
On the virgin oil, he vibrated in colors. An ancient tree rested under the heavenly cellar... But it was still redundant.
Despite using different techniques, the result did not change. Without essence, without axis.
Just a tree and the starry sky.
Faced with this, Federick delicately guided his energy, like playing an instrument. On his index finger he concentrated, energy that he guided from his stomach.
And with it he continued to draw on the virgin oil.
Once upon a time, there was a tree nestled between two great mountains. Eternally resting in ignorance of the mysteries of the universe.
In his silence, he spent most of his time exploring the mountains, forests, and rivers in search of answers to his many questions.
He was not aware of time, but his vision traveled farther each fall.
Some day among his many, he observed how the bird that rested on him, roamed freely through a dense forest, visiting heights and perishing.
But with each reincarnation of his, he recognized more distant areas.
Countless living beings, in freedom.
One day, in the center of the clearing where life was once desolate, a strange fairy of life arose.
It escaped his knowledge like the biggest secrets that disturbed him in his little arrogance.
His trunk twisted, the pain was nonexistent. Roots branched out, heading in that strange direction.
To his surprise, he heard a soft, whispering voice singing to the world.
"Waiting for the end of time." He sang in an eerie whispery voice.
"'Guardian of the lands beyond'. Oh 'immortal' you have perished. The universe seeks listeners." The fairy recited in a soft melody.
Its roots danced underground, before the humble but ambitious voice of the creature.
"The universe is a vast and wonderful place, full of mysteries and secrets. But at its core there is a deep affinity between heaven and earth. The stars and planets above, the trees and rivers below, are all connected. in a delicate balance. He sang with his harmonious voice.
Its roots bowed in reverence to the fairy's song. He didn't fully understand, but a deep respect arose between his ancient crust.
"The matrix is a web of energy that connects all things. It is the 'source of life', the 'foundation of reality'. And it is hidden in plain sight, waiting to be discovered. There, there... It is not hidden" . The voice echoed through the valleys and forests, making the rivers vibrate.
Through the guide, the old tree spent the rest of its days trying to understand this reality that it was unaware of.
Time had no mercy, but it wasn't the end either. He found wisdom in his center, dancing and occasionally bowing to the majestic voice of who enlightened him.
He understood time, so one day he discovered the great secret.
It was a brilliant, iridescent light that surrounded everything, connecting all things in a beautiful, intricate pattern.
He felt a sense of awe and wonder as he gazed at the matrix, and he knew that he had finally found what his old friend recounted.
At this, he disappeared between his words.
The wise tree deceived under his own wisdom, spent most of his time trying to unravel the truth demonstrated. Such was his approach, that he revered no one.
When it touched the light, its roots had already lifted the entire landscape, destroying its home and life essence. A universal mystery was recorded in the vast ancient records, when the tree perished the day it discovered the universal mysteries it had pursued.
...
Federick finished the lines in his oil. I was satisfied with the result.
Between two mountains, a tree revered the heavenly winery in its own destruction.
He had built an extensive and complex strange network in the painting. Combining the heavenly and earthly.
He had spent most of the day on it. It was late...
He looked out his windows, where despite the early weather, it was now covered in ominous clouds.
"Maybe... A storm is coming." Federick uttered in a yawn.
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