s u m m o n i n g
From the cool and unforgiving darkness can be heard the tapping of immortal things gently pressing at my window. A false reality, painted ever so thickly on the world, dripping with deceit and acidulous contempt confuses the masses. The exigencies of these relentless creatures unhinge me as I patiently await the inevitable.
The inquisition continues… a catharsis of calumniation cleansing away misrepresentation. I fall silent. I remain silent. Waiting for the truth to wash away the malodorous paints to reveal the forgotten masterpiece. Beneath it all, lies an epic adventure into the unknown.
But the facts still remain: “I hear no words whispered in my ear. I see no visions of the future. I carry no keys, maps or objects of significant importance. Light does not shine from my soul. Clocks tick regularly when I am near them. Oceans and beasts do not tremble in my presence. My words do not charm snakes, change lives or divine the future. I do not know the location of the lost city or where to find your hidden treasures. I am mortal and impermanent.”
However, I do know what I want. I do know who you are …and I do know why you are here.
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