19 A DREAM GIVES L

19 A DREAM GIVES L
A trillion of trillions of years before …

The evanescent dawn it(he,she) is waking up, delineating Plouton's constructions, a city hanging and growing on the remains of other one torn into pieces it(he,she) does very much, that in turn was done by the deformed parts of other one more ancient, and once again and this way even to the countless thing. Staying an involved(crafty) building full of turns and useless passages(tickets), of monstrous big things already without use, and between(among) so many labyrinthine points, the locus of L, where a worried dream was sleeping as all those that it(he,she) had from the day of the report brought by M and Ayazx. In his(her,your) dreams constructed of a weak material, it(he,she) was returning to Herakón's locus, this one was still sat of backs and to more height of him(it), but a few stairs, which L had not noticed in the wake, were coming up to the Thaumasios.
Softly L raised the black steps, pulled down but onlooker of seeing the face of the dark wise person, so superior to all and to him(it) itself, this one in turn, it(he,she) was starting turning slowly in his(her,your) chair, anxious to appear to L. When both slow movements ended, coinciding in his(her,your) end(final), L he(she) met the deep look of an extraodinary man; M was occupying the seat of the Thaumasios Herakón, his(her,your) figure overloaded of muscles they were exceeding the dimensions of that throne, and of the instruments connected to him(it). M looked deeply to L and without moving the lips, said these rare(strange) words:

Also I dream of you.

Later he(she) was quiet affected, suppressing an afflicted or panting gesture, a question was hesitating in his(her,your) mouth and the second ones were happening(passing) stopping her, then looking to L it(he,she) threw(launched) it:
There is other one who reads your letters.
To the awakening L he(she) felt sickly sadness. He(she) thought about this cloudy(nebulous) made giant now only about an incomplete recollection. He(she) thought that prompt, when it(he,she) was ending the universe, as his(her,your) theory was supporting, M would finish. But why was it(he,she) importing for him(her) the destination(destiny) of this distant stranger? Wise very well that the distaste to the death was not justifying itself rationally in anything bad(wrong) that in her(it) existed, but only in a primitive(original) instinct. A trick of the blind evolution that was forcing the alive(vivacious) beings to want to live. It was not important for him(it) to live or to die, but M … in a second L I want to save to the alone world in order that M existed.
It(He,She) took(caught) a paper(role) and wrote the second letter to exorcize these mistaken and forbidden emotions:

M.:
On my sadness of today,
The real kernel of the matter is that …