Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Disceptarix

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He is the last of them…

A voice said; a voice that came beyond every logic and every known thing that could be explained. It came from one of two beings that communicated (and always be communicating) in the form of meaning. Not words, not language—but meaning itself, plain and direct. Who they were? Well, they weren't alive, they were not dead either, they were nothing but eternal, those who existed in time before ours, before creation, before faith, before all emotions and before the knowledge of the opposites. But this is not a story about them, at least not yet. This is a story of the “He” who was the last of the other “them”. And who was this “He”? Who was this individual that the Eternals took the trouble in looking at? It was only a boy, a plain old boy who was, in the moment, sleeping on a mattressless bed. There was nothing extraordinary about him, nothing appealing, and nothing you could route for.
Well…
At least not yet…

Are you sure?
Yes I am. 

So it begins…

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