In spite of all adversities, once again I have been the recipient of the same response, plunging me further into the dense darkness that surrounds me.
Perhaps it is understandable, for until this moment, I had not found the courage within m t reveal my name. It's not that I deliberately intended to hide it, but rather that my genuine identity, my intrinsic being, persists as an inscrutable enigma.
Even at this very moment, facing that enigmatic individual at the threshold of the castle, my certainties about my own existence waver.
The castle stands imposing and sinister, evoking the only secure lookout in the midst of a twisted reality. It is the only refuge I can access; however, I have disregarded the man's concern, focusing solely on my own.
Nevertheless, now I am overwhelmed with a sense of guilt for embracing such a reckless decision.
He pleaded for me to depart, vehemently warning me not to remain in this enclave, emphasizing the innate danger that afflicts it.
His voice reverberated in the recesses of my mind, but my insatiable desire to unravel the mysteries compelled me to return and once again expose my desolate condition, hoping that, perhaps, he would reconsider his stance.
I had no intention of coercing him or burdening him with my troubles.
My sole purpose was to present him with the truth with stark honesty, without seeking pity but rather longing for understanding.
His inquisitive eyes scrutinize me with a piercing intensity. I struggle to articulate words, striving to lay out the reasons that have brought me to this point, but my voice shatters in the abyss of eerie silence.
However, before I can even utter a sentence, his gaze turns icy, and with a barely perceptible gesture, he compels me to venture into the shadowy hidden depths of the castle. With each step I take into the ancient walls, my unease rises, growing into a frenzied dance. The air becomes laden with a disturbing density, imbued with a malevolent presence that seeps into every breath.
The whispers of the wind take on the voice of forgotten echoes, weaving in the deepest recesses of my being a sensation of ineffable unease.
My senses remain alert, vigilant for any sign, any flash of the that waits in this gloomy domain.
As I move through the labyrinthine corridors, the walls shake and they whisper, telling macabre stories of bygone times.
The shadows stretch and twist, adopting grotesque and threatening forms, such as if they were animated entities lurking in the chaotic gloom.
I noticed a peculiar detail that hurt my spirit in the deepest: the castle was he was enveloped in an abysmal darkness.
Its blackness was so inscrutable that I could barely catch a glimpse of blurred silhouettes and shadows
ephemeral, while faint flashes of moonlight filtered through the fissures and slits of the old walls.
That dim lighting was insufficient to unravel the hidden enigmas in that enigmatic enclosure.
When I entered for the first time, I remembered that the dawn was near, but what puzzled me even more was that, in spite of my weakened condition at the time, my vision became sharper inside the castle than in the dense gloom of the forest
surrounding.
The enigmatic singularity of the light in that place defied all known logic.
According to the few references I had collected, the sun rose between 6:30 and 7:30 a.m., while darkness set in about 9 p.m.
It was known that at midnight the light waned even more, plunging everything into a darkness almost palpable, and that about 6 a.m. there should be a sunrise radiant, with a luminous exuberance that would contrast in an overwhelming way with the a gloomy gloom that enveloped me.
However, what I saw in that castle exceeded all expectations.
It was as if something insidious and unknown was feeding on the light, consuming it without
clemency, plunging the castle into a blackness that transgressed the natural laws and he entered the realms of the unspeakable.
The indescribable strangeness that took possession of me when contemplating that phenomenon unfathomable was rising like an insurmountable nebula.
Only the intrepid who dared to venture into this abode of shadows could glimpse its totality, for any attempt to rationalize it from a distance would only lead to
empty and absurd conclusions.
Something unnameable, something unnatural, loomed ominously over that accursed place, defying the very laws of reality in a sinister delight.
But, leaving these disturbing reflections behind for a moment, something else managed to make to stagger my spirits in that scene of oppressive gloom: the imposing stature of the
a man who was emerging from the dark depths.
He was a sumptuous figure, visibly taller than my insignificant self, perhaps reaching heights of 1.80 meters or beyond, displaying its presence with sovereign magnificence.
In my smallness, with barely 1.55 meters tall, I felt vulnerable and devoid of confidence before the imposing grandeur that rose up before me.
However, his figure was fading into utter darkness, his silk cloak being fine the only thing that stood out, like an ephemeral shadow in the eternal night.
His mere presence was intimidating and oppressive, causing a distressing restlessness that was taking root in the deepest part of my being, as if an unknown and overwhelming force will take over my very existence, pushing me into the unfathomable abysses of the madness.
The general scene unfolding before me was terrifying, as if it had been plucked from the darkest abysses of the human mind.
The atmosphere, permeated with uncertainty and unease, wrapped me in its sinister mantle,
while an uncontrollable restlessness urged me to flee from that cursed place.
However, something deep inside my being was holding me there, as if a force irresistible will draw me into the unknown, plunging me into an abyss of horror and despair.
"I beg you earnestly... let me explain my situation to you" - I whispered with voice trembling, unable to contain the shudder that ran through my body.
The man, unfazed, replied with impassive calm:"Go ahead, if you wish."
I longed to hear your response, hoping that you would allow me to share my story.
"It will be an extensive narrative and I would like to start from the beginning...
Would it be good to listen to her?" - I pronounced, anxiously awaiting his consent.
"No problem. Go on," he replied with an assurance that seemed to emanate from a hidden knowledge, as if he were familiar with the horrors that were hidden in the shadows.
I set out to tell the facts in detail, aware of the fear that my words: I emerged from the mists of unconsciousness in the middle of an unknown forest, without having the i had no idea where I was.
My body was marked by pain and fragility, and I could see wounds lacerators furrowing my skin, as evidence of some macabre encounter.
I was forced to direct my steps towards the north, using the position of the sun as a guide to estimate the time in that strange place.
With disturbing certainty, I calculated that the imaginary clock struck 2 or 4 a.m., plunging all in a darkness that refused to give in to the first glimpses of the coming sunrise.
As I wandered aimlessly into that enigmatic landscape, I embarked on a titanic enterprise of identifying the flora and fauna that lived in the surroundings.
Through the dense foliage, I glimpsed a forest of deciduous trees, where imposing birches and solitary elms exercised their sway.
My eyes met only the furtive presence of some rodents that were moving with caution in the vicinity, as if they were the silent guardians of that hidden place.
The fallen leaves, tinged with shades of orange and brown, gave unmistakable proof that we were in the middle of autumn, at the moment when nature was preparing for its winter lethargy.
However, this enigmatic corner seemed to emerge from the deepest abysses reserved for the wicked, as if one's own surroundings were repeated in a sinister dance and cosmic.
An atmosphere of darkness and restlessness pervaded the air, as if a curse ancient and ominous will weigh on that place.
My efforts to discover some distinctive sign on that journey proved vain.
It was as if I was trapped in an unanswered enigma, where every clue vague and ambiguous that I was discovering barely provided a glimmer of meaning in the midst of my painful situation.
Every step I took seemed to plunge me deeper into the abyss of the unknown, defying my sanity and pushing me to the limits of despair.
Finally, after an inscrutable lapse, my eyes stopped on a path strait that unfolded about twenty minutes south of my this present location.
However, plunged into a trial beset by uncertainty, I decided not to venture for that path that night, for he sensed in it a danger even more abject and sinister than that which prevailed in the surrounding environment.
Aware of the prudence that should prevail in moments like this, I continued my march north, stripped of any further expectation.
My steps were sinking into the desolate land, where there was no trace of the presence a human being who, perhaps in the distant past, had inhabited that place.
It seemed as if oblivion itself had taken over that abandoned place, relegating him to the dark abyss of collective memory.
However, fate, in its inscrutable design, led me towards a point of momentous inflection when I found myself in front of the sinister walls of the imposing castle.
The mere sight of that ancestral fortress made the hairs on my skin stand up, because its only existence was an affront to reason and sanity.
Its towering walls, black as the eternal night, seemed to whisper dark secrets and harboring unimaginable horrors in its bosom.
Despite the fact that logic urged me to give turn around and move away from that place of shadows, a strange fascination, woven with threads of fear and daring, he urged me to go deep into his bowels, facing the abysses they were hidden behind their impenetrable doors.
Before venturing into the gloomy abode, I stopped for an instant to scrutinize with meticulous attention to its architecture, although fatigue was beginning to overwhelm my body exhausted.
However the exhaustion manifested itself strongly, my longing to unveil the enigmas hidden behind its walls overshadowed any hint of tiredness.
Without hesitation, my trembling fingers brushed the door, longing for an answer, a revelation of life.
Although, silence was erected as the only response, but it did not manage to undermine my
determination to step into the unknown.
It was then that a stinging headache seized me, flooding my mind with a heartbreaking confusion and weakening my body to the point of almost prostrating myself.
I barely managed to capture some details, details that I prefer to omit in this narrative, given the intensity of its nature.
You, with your vast wisdom, harbor the utmost understanding of the atrocities that lurk in this abode, impregnated with the essence of an unfathomable disorder for any other entity...
I crossed the threshold of the door and found myself plunged into a room shrouded in gloom,
where your piercing eyes were waiting for my arrival.
The presence of your being in that oppressive space, impregnated with shadows and mystery, me he plunged into a deep perplexity...
But in the beginning, in a dense silence, full of unfathomable doubts and fears, I dared to break the thread of uncertainty and I questioned him with a trembling voice:
"Did U-did you kindly take care of my injuries last night?" - I stammered doubtfully, feeling the suffocating weight of suspicion on my chest.
His answer came in a monotonous tone and devoid of emotion, his complicity in my
misfortunes.
An unsettling feeling came over me, warning me not to delve into more questions.
I opted to stay calm and allow the conversation to flow at its own pace, waiting for the right moment to unravel the secrets that were hidden in the gloom.
After a few agonizing seconds of tension, he broke the silence with an authoritative inflexible: "Go on..." - demanded, revealing your insatiable interest in listening to my account, no matter how monotonous it could be.
Thus, between choppy apologies and a growing sense of unease that was fanning with every word spoken, I continued to share my disturbing experience: After leaving the imposing castle at dusk the next day, I entered again in the gloomy forest, plunging into its thicket in a southerly direction.
The journey passed without notable incidents, which led me to choose to follow the trail that
I had spotted in the dark the night before.
Although his defiant appearance hinted at a latent danger, my determination remained firm, urging me to move forward without hesitation.
However, I soon realized that the road was coming to an end and I was about to give up on
my breakthrough.
However, fleetingly, my eyes caught the vision of a lake in the distance.
With arduous struggle against the mountain forces, I ventured on the steep slope which stood majestically about twenty meters high.
The descent turned into a challenging feat, a battle against indomitable forces they seemed to be guided by a hidden logic.
Nevertheless, I finally reached the lake, thirsty and with the fresh marks of the dangerous
down engraved on my skin…
The firmament, plunged in its sinister gloom, grew darker and darker as the imaginary clock marked 9 p.m.
After catching my breath and finding a relative calm, I continued my journey through the forest desolate.
Although it would have been wise to seek shelter or improvise one, a powerful will me
instigated to persist in a westerly direction.
After the passage of an enigmatic lapse of time, I found myself once again in front of the
the same challenging slope that I had overcome on that previous occasion.
Without hesitation, I directed my steps towards the south and was confronted again with the
imposing presence of the lake.
However, when I turned to the north, I found myself returning to the original path, plunged into the uncertainty that haunted my mind.
An eerie feeling of despair came over me as I made my way to the this, and once more
I found myself inexorably drawn towards the lake, the waters of which seemed to exert a magnetic attraction of inexplicable origin.
My movements were unfolding in a maze of possibilities, without possessing a accurate knowledge of the route I was tracing, but inescapably I saw myself arriving at
one of the three recurring destinations: the trail, the slope or the lake.
It was a puzzling pattern, a defiant enigma that rose up rebeldly in the face of the conventional logic, plunging me into a tangle of unanswered questions.
Finally, I caught a glimpse of a disturbing phenomenon: my own thoughts were exerting a
direct influence on the result.
Although it seemed an aberrant, irrational truth, the evidence was irrefutable.
I experienced it over and over again, finding that if I focused my mind on one of those three
places, no matter the route I followed, I was always heading towards the long-awaited destiny.
It was a transgression of all known laws, a challenge to reality itself, unleashing in me an inextricable amalgam of fascination and dread.
I entered into a dizzying spiral of experiments, in an incessant eagerness to find a
a way out of this oppressive situation.
However, my efforts were diminished, devoid of any success.
One a sinister and unknown presence was constantly driving me towards three specific destinations, without any apparent logic.
However, in the midst of my despair, a singular occasion emerged from among the
shadows, bringing with them an unexpected change…
As my mind ventured down a tortuous and winding path, in search of a goal concretely, my attention was abruptly diverted to another direction.
A group of wandering swallows, alien to their natural habitat in that gloomy environment,
they captured my gaze and diverted the course of my thoughts.
The result was inevitable: I found myself hopelessly immersed in one of the three
randomly predestined destinations.
Throughout my arduous experiments, I was able to realize a margin of error,
influenced by external forces that exerted their power over the results.
But that was not all, time itself seemed to have been corrupted, refusing to follow
its course in a consistent and predictable way.
From these disturbing discoveries, I managed to articulate a series of rules that, until
to a certain extent, they seemed to rule this mysterious enigma.
The findings I had unraveled left me stunned, absorbed in her unfathomable complexity and in the disturbing unpredictability that enveloped them.
Let me now list the rules that I have managed to identify, in a desperate attempt for making sense of this challenging unknown, in search of a glimpse of understanding in the midst of the shadows that surround us...
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1. No place exercised an auspicious control over the becoming of my non-existence: the lake, the slope and the path.
2. If I weakly released from my mind any purpose of heading towards any of them, considering the straights of the road, the result would be avoidable.
3. Any internal attention, however momentous, lacked the power to divert my thoughts and lead me inevitably away from the three blessed places of in a predictable way.
4. The cardinal directions, whether north, east, south or west, looked promising...
5. Even if she tried to enter the forest, she would be drawn with full control towards any of
these three places, with predictable but clement precision.
6. Apparently, there was an obvious solution to this benign conundrum that freed me from
his liberating embrace...
These precepts, while providing some guidance in the midst of adversity, have not managed to shed lucidity on a definitive resolution to this intricate conjuncture.
I find myself trapped in a vicious circle of uncertainty and cognitive dread, where the time is twisting and unusual forces rule my destiny with implacable authority.
After a deep introspection, I decided to prepare myself thoroughly before going into back on the sinister path.
With unwavering determination, I plotted my course to the north, with the solid intention of reach the gloomy castle that rests in the depths of the forest.
It is the only path that I envision as a possible solution, because I intuit that this enigmatic enclosure could adhere to patterns similar to those already known.
To my delight, my strategy proved effective, and now I find myself here, returning to this
ominous threshold.
However, the mere idea of escaping from this forest stands as a chimera unattainable, and so far, a feasible solution is slipping through my fingers.
It is imperative to continue exploring my options and carefully weigh the various paths that present themselves, in pursuit of an elusive way out of this nightmare...
"Now I glimpse... it was all a facade" - he pronounced in a cold and distant voice.
"Never mind... whether something is true or fallacious…
It doesn't matter!? I shouldn't be moved...
Only I possess the power to discern the authentic of the apocryphal...
But veracity, what is truth?
Is it just a pipe dream, a carefully crafted deception!?
How can I discern truth from falsehood?
Everything is disfigured, nothing remains in its original state...
Even if I try hard to hide the truth behind mendacity or distort reality to make it seem fallacious, nothing will alter what is already meant to be.
Is it so horrendous to cling to a fallacy, even if it drives away the suffering that comes with it
face the truth?
I'm not constrained to confront her... Right?
It's absurd... a contradiction...
to face the harsh reality or to embrace the fictitious fallacy?...
I do not understand... me... i am..."
"I haven't the slightest idea with whom you are prattling…" - he suddenly interrupted me,
his tone imbued with uncertainty and doubt, as if at that instant he questioned his own existence...
"Allow me... I deeply regret it... I'm sorry..." - I tried to unravel, but my voice was abruptly interrupted by his.
"I beg you... you are completely free to stay here for as long as you please." - he interrupted with a firm but distant tone.
"I-I thank you sincerely," - I replied with marked tokens of gratitude and gallantry.
"You will have to spend the night on the floor again..." - he continued with an inflection
be careful in your voice.
"I understand, I understand... I thank you," - I replied timidly, being fully aware of my position.
"To be honest, the phenomenon you mention is largely beyond my discernment.
There are situations in which there seem to be no solutions, and it's true, sometimes there just aren't.
However, at this particular juncture, I can assure you that there is an answer...
Although I do not know its nature and the way to reach it, I have a deep conviction of its existence" - he said while staring intently into my eyes, sending an icy chill down my spine.
After pronouncing those words, he stripped off with exquisite delicacy the fine silk garment that wrapped around his shoulders and extended his arm in a silent gesture of offering.
I took the garment most cautiously from her hand, while she still held it outstretched.
"Cover yourselves with this... and I strongly urge you to take care of those wounds in the coming dawn" - he expressed in an authoritative voice that broke the ominous silence, his words provoking an additional chill that spread throughout my being.
After that, she walked away with cautious steps towards the second floor, leaving me enveloped in a strange and oppressive feeling of restlessness.
"I thank you... the act of listening to me..." - I whispered in a barely perceptible tone to myself, while a shudder ran through every inch of my body.
Without turning back or making any sound, he continued to advance, which further increased my growing restlessness and latent dread...
The dubious conversation between two beings so different, but curiously similar to such an extent, that they resemble twin opposites, sometimes the opposite of something concrete, is the closest thing to that same something, even moret han any other.
The intrigue is plunged into darkness, while only the cold silhouette of each other is glimpsed, Lol!
This makes me laugh out loud, because how can I not be amused by such a strange paradox?
