62 ETERNAL OCEANUS

62 ETERNAL OCEANUS


A trillion of trillions of years later …
When these clouds vanished in the daylight, I noticed that this flood was not moving and that it(he,she) was burying the whole horizon: it was a mirror without end(purpose) homogeneously silvered as the sky. When our feet were disturbing his(her,your) perfection, they were causing waves that were crossing without hurry his(her,your) incredible vastness. I thought this day: " The Oceanus is more still and more elementary than the desert. " Also I thought that this flood was including the rest of the cosmos.
It(He,She) had repaired in that this vast mirror might give me finally the knowledge of my face, but it already was not mattering for myself. I already had forgotten my former obsessions, since the man of the wake forgets the plans and dreads of the man of the dream. In addition, a mirror was waiting for me in the heart of the Thecnetos, one much more meticulous than the one that would give myself this semi-material and inert(passive) water.
Advancing behind the Emissary, he(she) was listening to his(her,your) powerful breathing which was like an echo of also strong breathing of this ethereal sea.
Once again another torn into pieces city was spreading in front of us, as a left and thousand-year-old battlefield. One that was showing too clearly, how useless had been the victory of some and the defeat of others.
The constructions were invaded by the Oceanus; the poisonous one and livianísima pseudo -water was living(inhabiting) it. It(he,she) saw for the first time wells, puddles, channels. In this misty citadel might it(he,she) dwell L or M? Was it logical to think that this one was the Transmundo? I noticed that it(he,she) was impossible. Probably it(he,she) had come to visit a tomb, under a thin mirror of frozen "water". And this "water" only was slightly heavier than the air.
The ruins were very ancient and strange, he(she) would say that much more than the numerous ones that I had known. His(her,your) architecture me was turning out to be furthermore(moreover) foreign: these were coming from the desert and were sinking in the beach, though better it(he,she) is to imagine that it(he,she) does thousands of years the sea it(he,she) advanced on the ruins.
In the static interior of the buildings, the semi-material, empty water of life, it(he,she) was filling what before was filling the cold sand and it(he,she) does milleniums, some dark population.
In a promontory of geological antiquity(antique) we sit down the Emissary and I, surrounded with this silver flood studded with constructions that were emerging every so much, like(as) an archipelago of gigantic appliances. Above(up), the sky already was breaking in all the colors: it was the dawn of the great storm. The soil was flooded by this translucent looseness.
It was evident that already we had come, since the Emissary already was not travelling hurried. Sat in this final landscape, again it(he,she) me looked at the eyes with this imminent grin; this look was sinking too deeply in me, but also it(he,she) me was sinking(destroying) to me, in him(it). He(she) was feeling that fastly it(he,she) could steal the content of my more hidden thoughts and, on the other hand, I to be revealed without words by the most sensitive ropes(strings) that his(her,your) interior I was moving.
It(He,She) declared more intimate, lukewarm words as the clouds. His(her,your) words me were sounding too nearby, as if it was an extension of my own(proper) thoughts.
Probably it is true this philosophical doctrine that postulates that there is the alone one I in the cosmos, that every life is an eye different from the same organism(organization). The Emissary and I were simultaneous forms of the same being. A being on the verge of splitting into two.
- my mission - said slowly and contrite - it(he,she) is to help to live and to die, but now I have not could. So I you brought to beyond(farther,further) of the Thecnetos that I have could … probably the underground Theos already do not think any more about you.
The Emissary was quiet, unable to speak for the pressure that was accumulated in his(her,your) throat.
- Dentro - it(he,she) continued - another Emissary looks for your death, the Theknos Herakhón. Here he(she) does not have to find you. But I will divide in order that I do not reach you across me. I think all the time about you. Serious mortal that is still nearby yours.
It(He,She) looked at me affected of my destination(destiny), and of his(her,your) destination(destiny). And though it(he,she) hesitated, it(he,she) decided to give me a little before dividing.
- they all are born and live without knowing what is the world but you will know it, before the end(purpose) - he(she) said like in order that he(she) should excuse it. His(her,your) eyes, which now were shining humid, were looking at me with a sad and uncontrollable affection.
I waited for his(her,your) words.
- I will tell you the history of these ruins - the strong Emissary said weakly and started narrating the wide statement of our forbears, a history as long as it had been his(her,your) life, witness of this overwhelming(crushing) totality:
- it(he,she) does trillions of years, the destination(destiny) of the man did not have the clear paths that now the Thecnetos plans.
The men were labouring at the control of the world: they invented and forgot many realities, annihilated, disappeared and were reinvented in thousands of wars. And again, they were reborn in multiple civilizations, populated almost all the galaxies and saturated almost all you them were, they got lost and survived to thousands of cosmic catastrophes. But when they started extinguishing the last stars, the men were known lost and already it seemed to be impossible to make survive the humanity, before the death itself of the universe.
In this citadel, the best men of that generation created the Thecnetos in order that nothing was embarking and entering the vastnesses of, to where the man already might not come. His(her,your) mission was to preserve the life. Once constructed the Thecnetos, the last men closed the doors of this citadel to wait for the death that would come; the protagonism of the man had finished, but his(her,your) survival was assured finally. They expected for the final corruption of his(her,your) world and the beginning from other one, which would not include them. The men said goodbye of the life.
Here, under this ethereal water, the most ancient heart of the Thecnetos is. I, that already I have managed to bring yourself, must divide.
The naranja of the sky was reflected in his(her,your) eyes. It(he,she) looked at me like being looked inside me. A finger of his(her,your) hand looked for a finger in my tight fist(handle).
A few rare(strange) words were woven in my mind on having seen him like that. But them do not declare.

The sea is trembling in the tear that hesitates to go out of your eyes
The life is a pure breeze in the city.

- before I will tell you the long history of our forbears - he(she) added.