Capítulo 12: you are the key
It's a picture of Janus, Arthur's horse, to put his hand on the picture.
To enter between the picture, if it were long curtains of threads to cross between its transparent tissues and glide through it to cross behind him Arthur, away with his hand, passing through it to find himself.
In a wide space, the black ness of looking around, it's just his injustice, and then he looks at his foot, which seemed to stand on the abyss of nothing to lose its balance for a moment to feel his foot touching the floor, what to take another step on the walk on nothing.
"The one you meet will try to get into the chaos of your mind to weave what he wants between them. One thread he wants to catch to get in here.
"Where are we?" Arthur asked a look around to see the lights as if he were walking among small stars in space. To answer it.
"When are we." When nothing happens to something you don't catch, you don't feel it, you don't just see it.
"What does this mean?"
To widen his eye again to put his hand on his eye.
I don't understand who this is.
If you want to understand, you have to start asking the right questions, "Shut up for a moment while they walk in the dark."
Arthur hears the sound of drums from afar and hymns begin to form a tune that he feels he's heard before, so that the sound gets closer and closer to see something beneath them.
Looks like some kind of tribe, and they seem to be calling someone.
To show a transparent body like a head with three eyes behind each other where the first eye emerges to come out of the body and the other lies and sees it in the middle of the head and the last and saw them
"What is this?" To shut up a little bit."Who's this?" he says as he moves over all of this.
To notice when he moves it is one eye and reflected on three times to be the shape of an eye in front of her
It's nothing. Then he presses his foot to move under their feet as if it were water to see the eyes in the ripples more than three. He thinks"four. No.. Ten.. No, i don't.
"Don't look too much. You won't see nothing.
Arthur shuts up and paralyzes his mind for a moment.
"You know the titans. That's right.
"Yes. I think so.
So you know they have everything.
"Yes I think so.
So what do you think they don't have?
Arthur thinks for a moment, "I think nothing" to stop him.
Exactly "nothing." That's exactly what they want to have."
So you're nothing?
To look at him, try to explain what can't be explained by words. To put his hand on his shoulder to stop him and get away from him a few steps away.
To sleep on the floor that reflects his body more than once, Arthur looks at his reflections, which have taken different forms.
"So you're nothing."
To stand smiling at him.
Then why would the Titans want this?
It's harmony.
To drop his body in the water floor, leaving waves around it.
Arthur looks at the wave.
That's a tune to put his hand up to form other waves, and the waves overlap in each other.
"That's harmony." To say the titans have water and see its harmony, but they don't understand the harmony.
The Titans think there's some harmony to look at the tangle of waves as a mess.
Arthur shuts up for a moment, and he fills his head to scratch his eyebrows.
But what does all this have to do with me? I don't know your name yet.
"They think you're the one who's going to get all the tangle of waves out to get on his feet." You're the key to this, Arthur.
But why am I to laugh, to the contrary, "because you're not when you are."
Anyway, to approach Arthur with his hand around his shoulder to make him walk next to him.
"I didn't bring you here for this."
Arthur's feeling tinnitus in his ear, so he stopped him to disappear in a moment.
"That's why you're here. "That's the least you'll ever feel when someone tries to get in there," he said, touching his head.
And he finds a lot of stages after that. You know, when you dive deep into the water, you're not going to go out to the land without losing the ability to hear, balance and head pain to look at Arthur's nose. Of course we don't want this to happen.
We want to close this box to pass his hand on Arthur's farmer to show a symbol on it." What's that?
That's the key to the box to get his hand back on him to disappear. Now you won't hear anything.
To see Arthur in the dark, an old old face he couldn't get close to, as if he had frozen away.
Arthur, do you hear me?
Arthur opens his eye on Janus' back.
We've come to Arthur's account of Janus.
To look at a tree carved with a big face on it. To get into the corridors that reach them to the tree in the middle of it, the old man sits
Arthur looks at him. It's the face he saw a little bit.
"You're late. To look at him, the old man standing next to him.
To look at the old man.
Fernand looks at them to look at Arthur, who in turn looks at Fernand.
Thanks for your help. To smile, "It was a crazy trail out there."
Let the old man move to make a sound to his bones that make the teeth apply.
To put his hand on a document to stand up to his idol, the slave standing next to him.
and ron's sleep is in his bow and his age is clear
I haven't spoken my mouth in a long time.
He walks several steps ahead of him, to sneak out of his seat, the rest of his black suit, with a hunch, showing more than his walk on both sides of his back, covered in another black robe.
To catch the rest of his slave dress. And in silence, someone's eyes tear. He never heard the old man's voice. And another sin begins to look at the old man with his hand on his cheek, wiping his tears.
"I think you drew a smile on our faces, all of us today, Arthur."
To continue his walk slowly to be followed by the slave and look at Fernand Arthur as he follows the old man to walk close to him.
To enter a large passage way to the great hall that the soldiers had gone through before. They look at each other. To cut their meditation on the old man's words.
"It's a place for people" they hear the sounds of crows from up there to see them shaved in the space of the hall away to pick up their shapes from their voice only. Let someone get close to standing on something in that space. It's like a branch to squat, like a man hanging from him in a black robe like his costume.
One of the soldiers catches his sword to put his last hand to stop him.
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