Post by account_disabled on Dec 24, 2023 4:09:23 GMT
I have often observed the night sky, wandering with my imagination and speculating on what lies beyond the astral abysses. Perhaps other worlds, like ours, perhaps truly the kingdom that Christianity speaks of, or perhaps just nothingness, the increasingly thick darkness that gives no escape to light or life. I often had nightmares, I suffered from insomnia because of the sky, that deep sky whose mysteries and secrets I had not yet been able to learn.
Until I decided to know, at any cost, the most arcane recesses of the celestial sphere. I have traveled a lot in recent years, as far as Asia, where there are masters and men who know . And those masters and those men taught me, telling me about the hidden legends, the ones that no one Special Data wants to divulge, the ones that are kept in the heart of unknown villages on the edge of civilization. Twenty years were needed to be able to learn those stories, those truths , which now I too know , I too cherish. Don't ask me to spread those secrets, don't ask me to talk to you about what is born up there, at remote distances, up there in the deep sky, where even thought is swallowed up by something that has no name or substance, but which is .
Don't ask me to kill you . I shouldn't have understood those mysteries. I should have stayed here, fantasizing with my mind during sleepless nights, instead of penetrating into what should remain hidden and untouched. But it's too late now. They were truths that had to remain confined to the populations who first learned them, millennia ago, not exported into the mind of a Westerner. I cannot assure those entities that I will ever speak to anyone I know. I look at the night sky for the last time, knowing now what is hidden there, what now descends from that deep sky to kill me.
Until I decided to know, at any cost, the most arcane recesses of the celestial sphere. I have traveled a lot in recent years, as far as Asia, where there are masters and men who know . And those masters and those men taught me, telling me about the hidden legends, the ones that no one Special Data wants to divulge, the ones that are kept in the heart of unknown villages on the edge of civilization. Twenty years were needed to be able to learn those stories, those truths , which now I too know , I too cherish. Don't ask me to spread those secrets, don't ask me to talk to you about what is born up there, at remote distances, up there in the deep sky, where even thought is swallowed up by something that has no name or substance, but which is .
Don't ask me to kill you . I shouldn't have understood those mysteries. I should have stayed here, fantasizing with my mind during sleepless nights, instead of penetrating into what should remain hidden and untouched. But it's too late now. They were truths that had to remain confined to the populations who first learned them, millennia ago, not exported into the mind of a Westerner. I cannot assure those entities that I will ever speak to anyone I know. I look at the night sky for the last time, knowing now what is hidden there, what now descends from that deep sky to kill me.