60 SPECULUM OCEANUS

60 SPECULUM OCEANUS

A trillion of trillions of years later …
The Emissary woke up. A few hours(o'clock) were absent before the dawn and no light there were, only sounds, probably any photons lost in the emptiness, caught by the last planet in his(her,your) eternal trip by the hollow Ouranos.
We start walking. I raised the head to the sky stupidly queriendo to look at this infinite abyss. In him(it), my look did not find anything in his(her,your) bottom(fund) that was making me notice his(her,your) eternal depth.
The Emissary was taking me of the hand. With all the rest useless senses, my tact felt the qualia of the lukewarmness of his(her,your) skin(leather) in the blackness. Quite here in the last planet it is frozen and it(he,she) was hoping that he it was also the Emissary, but I noticed that it(he) was lukewarm. I closed the eyes while it(he,she) was walking. Centering in the qualia that was this sweet lukewarmness, without size or form.

On having walked, we got in more and more caps of darkness and already the asphyxiation was urging us; to cross these rubbles was like to try to get out of a jam of a blindness, only to get entangled more in other one. Finally, in the sky a few brushstrokes appeared of intensely orange: the first clouds of the great spot they were so remote! I saw in the slight light that they were projecting that we were descending for a few frozen conglomerates. On having mended a last mound, a strong decline(declivity) came, I felt that my feet were cooling and sinking(destroying). It was the final edge of the desert, one fails abrupt in the waste and the beginning of a flood frozen without end(purpose) at sight. The scanty light of these tenuous clouds was not reaching to be able to contemplate his(her,your) limits. Some hours later it(he,she) would know that it(he,she) did not have them. In the blackness I felt floating materials. Along the edge of this silver flood we walk. Already above(up), the orange clouds were stretching in all his(her,your) length while equal others were reflected in the flat surface of this Oceanus of pseudo -matter. They were indicating our destination(destiny): a few semi-plunged ruins.