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“Big mistake, my dear…” – he said as she interrupted the reliving of his memories.

“Victor, please, I didn’t mean to do anything…” – she tried to explain herself as she backed away from him. Unfortunately, she must have stumbled, as every inattentive and endangered adventurer might, and landed hard on the surface, covering herself in mud. She was horrified...

“It is very impolite to look through someone's dreams and memories without their permission… You know that the detected causes of something like this were punished with death by the Order?”

Instinctively, she tried to prepare an incantation, but he managed to appear behind her in the blink of an eye. “Of course, he must be a sideslipper too, what else?” – she thought when he broke her sign and grappled her.

“Seriously, you don’t trust me at all, right? Second time trying to kill me within 24 hours, wow, that is some real trust issue, I would say” – he declared, and she was ready for the finishing blow, but he just pushed her in front of him and let her go.

And as she expected, he burst into friendly laughter.

“Haha, I must admit you were very, very close” – he said as he depicted slim chances with his fingers – “But I need to disappoint you… those aren’t even my memories. I’m not Victor, so please don’t call me by this name.”

“Wait, wh.. what?” - she wasn’t even surprised by his dynamic change of attitude, as he had done this many time this night before, but by his strange skills.

"How can someone have memories of someone else? Oh, I assure you that there are many things for you to learn and deal with in this world! Haha! That was even kind of fun! But look, the sun is up, and your destination is visible in the beautiful rays of the morning rays."

"And, of course, you will not elaborate on everything that happened now?"

"Of course not" – he smiled at her and winked.

"Of course, you need to know everything about me – my little business with saving hybridoids, 'charity work,' where I’m heading, and what kind of winter songs I like the most. But you don’t want to tell me anything about yourself."

"For what? This information will not be useful for you, so why clutter your precious brain with it? It is not important, but you must admit that this fortress looks impressive…"

She looked towards the hill covered in rocks and low vegetation. At the top was built a stronghold, but not the average one. As everything after the Coalescence, the classic fortress was ruined, but the new owners didn’t care about it… or about the big sword embedded in two towers. They just built on top of the leftovers and metal, even using it to construct communication bridges and rebuild them with their own tech.

“Tornadu Castle… what a disjointed nightmare” – she stated.

"What? It is magnificent." – he opposed

"Really? It is a mess, and what’s more – the outpost of the Preservation Order."

"Yeah, but look at it from another perspective – if you take into consideration all the events and its past, the entirety of its being, you can see a marvel of this world. Do you know what happened here in our era - all these bloody massacres and darkness, harm, and suffering that everybody endured here? What’s more important for that building, every destruction of walls, arches, and towers can bring a surprising conclusion after all. These humans wanted to rebuild it, not abandon it; they gave this place a second chance and purpose. Every inch of these walls brings new meaning, not dark and fatal, but hopeful and grateful. In chaos, slowly emerges peace, pushed to progress by pain and emotions. Don’t you see it?”

And she saw it … the inner beauty of the stoic landscape painted by the composition of view, sound, and emotions.

"Yeah, it is wonderful… as looking behind someone's face, like getting to know the history of someone… even looking into the pain and struggle, especially when finally comes peace…”

"Yes, it is something more, and it is working for everything in this world. We can give history and meaning even for the smallest thing in this world. It is terrifying what horrific and tragic things can happen in this world, but at the same time, they can give meaning, purpose, and power for further action, like it cannot exist without contrast. We all fight with our demons, we are struggling to not fall, to endure hard times, and there is some inner grace in it, a remarkable complexity of beauty that can be built.”

She listened to him and admired the landscape. She didn’t expect that within one night so much could happen in the way like this. She didn’t expect to alter her beliefs or doubt the basics of her world. But here they were, at the edge of change …

“And you know, everybody is scared of failure, of bad times, of not finding their place in this world – you know what I’m scared of? I can lose, I can struggle, I can start over, but what’s scaring me is … is that… that I will create or find my paradise, my great life, but within it, I will create purgatory or even worse, hell…”

She looked at him as if she were seeing a real being for the first time. In that moment, she realized that she didn't just want to survive the night with his help. She wasn't scared of him; she was curious and concerned.

“You want to know my story?” – he asked surprisingly directly.

Despite all the alerts and screams in her head telling her to flee, she just responded:

“Tell me…”

Description

Catching up with fourth part of the story ⬇️

I invite you to follow me on Instagram, where I share more updates and news about my projects.

Thank you for stopping here and enjoy this next chapter! 💙✏️

The story below. ➡️

“Big mistake, my dear…” – he said as she interrupted the reliving of his memories.

“Victor, please, I didn’t mean to do anything…” – she tried to explain herself as she backed away from him. Unfortunately, she must have stumbled, as every inattentive and endangered adventurer might, and landed hard on the surface, covering herself in mud. She was horrified...

“It is very impolite to look through someone's dreams and memories without their permission… You know that the detected causes of something like this were punished with death by the Order?”

Instinctively, she tried to prepare an incantation, but he managed to appear behind her in the blink of an eye. “Of course, he must be a sideslipper too, what else?” – she thought when he broke her sign and grappled her.

“Seriously, you don’t trust me at all, right? Second time trying to kill me within 24 hours, wow, that is some real trust issue, I would say” – he declared, and she was ready for the finishing blow, but he just pushed her in front of him and let her go.

And as she expected, he burst into friendly laughter.

“Haha, I must admit you were very, very close” – he said as he depicted slim chances with his fingers – “But I need to disappoint you… those aren’t even my memories. I’m not Victor, so please don’t call me by this name.”

“Wait, wh.. what?” - she wasn’t even surprised by his dynamic change of attitude, as he had done this many time this night before, but by his strange skills.

"How can someone have memories of someone else? Oh, I assure you that there are many things for you to learn and deal with in this world! Haha! That was even kind of fun! But look, the sun is up, and your destination is visible in the beautiful rays of the morning rays."

"And, of course, you will not elaborate on everything that happened now?"

"Of course not" – he smiled at her and winked.

"Of course, you need to know everything about me – my little business with saving hybridoids, 'charity work,' where I’m heading, and what kind of winter songs I like the most. But you don’t want to tell me anything about yourself."

"For what? This information will not be useful for you, so why clutter your precious brain with it? It is not important, but you must admit that this fortress looks impressive…"

She looked towards the hill covered in rocks and low vegetation. At the top was built a stronghold, but not the average one. As everything after the Coalescence, the classic fortress was ruined, but the new owners didn’t care about it… or about the big sword embedded in two towers. They just built on top of the leftovers and metal, even using it to construct communication bridges and rebuild them with their own tech.

“Tornadu Castle… what a disjointed nightmare” – she stated.

"What? It is magnificent." – he opposed

"Really? It is a mess, and what’s more – the outpost of the Preservation Order."

"Yeah, but look at it from another perspective – if you take into consideration all the events and its past, the entirety of its being, you can see a marvel of this world. Do you know what happened here in our era - all these bloody massacres and darkness, harm, and suffering that everybody endured here? What’s more important for that building, every destruction of walls, arches, and towers can bring a surprising conclusion after all. These humans wanted to rebuild it, not abandon it; they gave this place a second chance and purpose. Every inch of these walls brings new meaning, not dark and fatal, but hopeful and grateful. In chaos, slowly emerges peace, pushed to progress by pain and emotions. Don’t you see it?”

And she saw it … the inner beauty of the stoic landscape painted by the composition of view, sound, and emotions.

"Yeah, it is wonderful… as looking behind someone's face, like getting to know the history of someone… even looking into the pain and struggle, especially when finally comes peace…”

"Yes, it is something more, and it is working for everything in this world. We can give history and meaning even for the smallest thing in this world. It is terrifying what horrific and tragic things can happen in this world, but at the same time, they can give meaning, purpose, and power for further action, like it cannot exist without contrast. We all fight with our demons, we are struggling to not fall, to endure hard times, and there is some inner grace in it, a remarkable complexity of beauty that can be built.”

She listened to him and admired the landscape. She didn’t expect that within one night so much could happen in the way like this. She didn’t expect to alter her beliefs or doubt the basics of her world. But here they were, at the edge of change …

“And you know, everybody is scared of failure, of bad times, of not finding their place in this world – you know what I’m scared of? I can lose, I can struggle, I can start over, but what’s scaring me is … is that… that I will create or find my paradise, my great life, but within it, I will create purgatory or even worse, hell…”

She looked at him as if she were seeing a real being for the first time. In that moment, she realized that she didn't just want to survive the night with his help. She wasn't scared of him; she was curious and concerned.

“You want to know my story?” – he asked surprisingly directly.

Despite all the alerts and screams in her head telling her to flee, she just responded:

“Tell me…”