Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Yes, you hear. Sometimes, in the darkest hours of the night, when midnight passes, I see your silhouette. At this time, you are free, no one else's will puts pressure on you. Now I can talk to you. For our souls, it will not be an obstacle that you do not know my language, and I am yours. In this, the darkest time of the day, we are incorporeal. Our souls finally got the opportunity to find each other. Now there are no barriers for our souls. And so, I came to you. Aren't you scared? Turn to me, look at me. You can think of this as a dream if you like! However, your cat knows that I am not a dream vision or a ghost. The cat came up and just looks. Hello furry comfort! I am the love of your master, I am the soul born to love him, and I will not offend him! Go, furry miracle, sleep on!
So, honey, where did we stop? Yes, that's right, I was born to love you!
I'm cold. I do not let the love of other people come to me, because I know that I was born to reveal to you the secret of love. Now, when our souls merge, you will understand everything! It's like sex, in the moment when the bodies are pounding in orgasm, but it's much sweeter.
Once, on the same strange night, on the border between spring and summer, I found myself in a strange place. That was a long time ago, nine years ago. I paid a high price to enter this place, and the priestess, the keeper of the stone, let me through. There was a depression in the stone, it glowed with a bright blue light from the inside, and the water in the depression was pink, mother-of-pearl pink! In this water, I saw your reflection. This was the answer to my question. My soul is now clinging to yours, and you see all of me, you know all my truth and lies.
Are you wondering how it was?
The water in the stone bowl was motionless, drops fell, but there was no trace of them. To wake up the water in the bowl, the priestess ordered me to stand on the step, under the drops. The bowl was lower than the step. The water fell on the top of my head, then flowed down my body, then poured down the steps, and only then reached the bowl.
When it started, it was even nice. But minute after minute passed, but nothing changed! The water was cold, but the body heated up more and more. When nine minutes had passed, or maybe nine hours or nine days, I started to get sick. The pain grew, and at the very peak of the pain, the water in the bowl finally boiled. Through the veil of pain, I looked for the priestess with my eyes, but she was nowhere to be found. Water seethed more and more, it overflowed over the edge. Its waters were no longer pink, but blood red. Soon this water rose so high that it swallowed the bowl and the floor beneath it. And then, in a huge, watery space, your face appeared, and then I saw you all. There was participation on your face, you looked at someone with pity and compassion. Someone silently called out to you and you turned your head to an invisible interlocutor.
And then he turned and looked straight at me. My body, tormented by pain, screamed, and my soul rushed to you. Consciousness left my body at the moment of the highest pain.
Three days later I was told that I was very sick, but now the fever has left my body. But you and I know that the whole thing was in the red waters from the bowl.
The priestess warned that if I endure the pain, I will receive the memories left under my pillow as a gift. And so it happened. The pillowcase was soaking wet. Were they tears, or did the waters of the pool of pain soak her? Don't know.
As soon as the weakness was gone, I decided that the pillowcase should be in the laundry basket for dirty laundry. I lifted the pillow and saw him. The transparent drop was full of red. It was a pendant that had been given to me a long, long time ago and I considered it lost. The pendant was without a frame, just a drop of glass with red contents. There was no mysticism, there was no mystery, just the priestess put the pendant, lost nine years ago, under the pillow. Taking it in my hands, I licked and even sniffed, and then put it to my cheek. The cheek was hot, the pendant was cold. And I remembered everything. The priestess kept her promise. And now I remember everything!
Drops fall, and the heart beats in time with them. Is it drops or the sweet voice of your soul? Gong, gong, gong! Gong, gong, gong!
Hug me, let's go to the window! The street outside the windows brightens, soon your arms will again become empty. I'm leaving, the body pulls me back. It's time for me to wake up soon.
I have found you. Now find me!