April 17, 2010
Welcome to Metus
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You better start running, find a place to hide, since things are different here. You can't fight back. You'll be lost, you'll be falling down, into infinite caverns. The air is polluted - almost impossible to breath. Men without faces will follow you, they'll get you - they'll eat your brains like zombies; women with hearts riped out - emptiness in their eyes - they'll try to get you, to get your heart. You better run. Your ancestries will follow you, whispering about the weaknesses, about diseases, about the death. And death - she'll follow you too, and she'll get you, and you'll suffer. The armies of other creatures, vampires and beasts will be crawling to you, will drink your blood and feast on your body, while you'll be tied up with chains. Dark water will swallow you, and you won't be able to swim, you'll be drowning, and downing will last forever. There's no fighting back.
And I start to run, but couldn't run - I had no legs.
They had always got me, I have always died.
Until that night.
I was tired of trying to run away, I was tired of dying. I turned around, and look everything that was crawling towards me. My eyes were shining strength, and they melted away. I stood up, and they were small - i could have crushed them, like a small and helpless insect - but I didn't. I sat down and breathed them in, like they would be air. The land, which was dark, was illuminated by me now. The air, which was polluted was clean and fresh, like after light summer rain. I fell into water - that deep dark water - which was now clean, and light, warm and soft - carrying me away. I heard the song, and I realized the ancestries weren't whispering about death, but singing song of eternity. I looked at men without faces, and I saw deepness in their eyes, tears in their eyes, soul in their eyes, and they wanted to listen to me, to understand me. And I looked at women without hearts, but they were beautiful, and they had hearts, and they had love in their eyes, - and I was lifted by their love, so hight - that I could see everything, and now everything was clear.
Finally, the death came, and thrown away her cloak, and shined and she was beautiful. She took my hand, and love was in her eyes, and I woke up, like you wake up, in the embrace of your lover, in the beautiful morning. So natural, calm and peaceful.