None dared step into the Room of Silence.None. Except me. I had a nerve to explore the Kingdom of White Crystal.
I was on a brink of insanity. There was a tiny gap between me and endless tunnel to Tartar. I’ve been told a lot of man and women disappeared in it.
A lot… But I didn’t. I’m here to witness the depth of it and the majesty of human endeavor.A little I explore and none I conquest. But I’ve come back… .
With reward – my life and senses.I haven’t become more sensible. Sensibility has never been my strong point. But obviously I became much more sensitive. Sometimes I feel as if my skin is fabric made from bare nerves. That time I’m afraid of looking into the eyes of people. I read their thoughts. Their gloomy thoughts. Mine are getting even gloomier.I can’t help resisting it and I grow depressed. I visualize the sinister cloud covering this Land – the graveyard pretending to be the Fiesta.
“Or, Lord”- I pray. “ Save my mind, save my soul, save my mystery” -
I whispe the endless prayers in the mantra way. This way I try to fight the invisible Enemy.Now He knows I know Him. I know his ways and tricks.
And he ceased to be invisible to me any more, trying to scare me.
But I’m not alone. I’m not abandoned any more in such an endless fight.
He called me The Knight of the Night. And he’s true. Really I’m a knight of the night. With White Crystal as a sword and The Gospel of Mine as a shield.
I fight in the endless fight with no hope to win.
But I don’t feel like stopping it...
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