martes, 14 de agosto de 2018
CHAPTER 1 TO FIVE
The new Villa Andrea, was a replica much larger than its old predecessor: an old house located in the old town, which now dozed under the waters and whose first owners had built with the fortune they had treasured on their return to Cuba, with manufactured candles for boats of the time. But there came a time when the last patriarch died and as sometimes happens with these things, there was no one left to love that old building under whose roof they had loved and suffered several generations. One individual ended up turning it into a nursing home, then passed through different hands to become an official building, and That's how it went the rains came and ended up burying with them the whole history of its old walls.
The last owners, important businessmen unable to continue facing the enormous expense involved in maintaining their home, decided to assume their loss and did not use a single euro to rescue it from the water. They gave the blueprints of the design and the name of the original house to a woman who made it unlike, if not much grander and better. The woman who owned an immense fortune rebuilt it and expanded it looking for a seat on top of the Hermitage de la Luz, where the flood had not arrived. It provided the rooms with the latest home automation technologies and perfectly emulated the charming rooms of the old Indian homes without renouncing modernity.
He also endowed her with beautiful gardens that once again turned her into an old people's home, although this time, for wealthy people. And so, under their high vaults full of replicas of ancient frescoes and ostentatious crystal chandeliers that competed with the latest technological advances, the shadows of old, and loving dancers, as they did then, vanished again with each new daylight. The summer was gone and a dark, rainy and dark winter arrived that forced its old tenants to abandon their fun summer tasks to seek refuge under their safe roofs.
while it rained they looked at the crosswords the newspaper and waited for the arrival of a family member with a bit of affection, a slight caress to his hairstyles, a delicate handshake, a tender smile full of gratefulness and affection for all the years lived and coming. They awaited their reward as the boy eagerly awaits a candy and sometimes, sometimes, his wait was rewarded. There was no doubt that there was that there was a large majority of elderly people without resources but they also had them with their savings had decided to leave on their own, were people who had no family but had many income, very independent people who, in their delicate state of health, had lost their autonomy and they missed the company of their own age when all their relatives and friends had begun to leave one after another.
Pedro, that tall and tall man, with brown skin, long hair and lace, was one of those, and there he was covered by immaculate white sheets that were so clear and dark that they seemed phosphorescent in the dark, with the blind of the room rising up above contemplating a starry sky. He liked to see the light of the stars when he was going to fall asleep. He did not like darkness. He had to share room with an old grumpy man whose character had been craving for a long time that no one came to see him. It snored a lot at night and that prevented Pedro from having a pleasant dream.
She put her belly up to see better the nightlight that came through the window trying to ignore her snoring. He did not feel very well and that night he had gone to bed more quickly than usual. A month ago, they had operated from one hip and did not walk very well, the pains were unbearable especially after staying seated for a long time. That night, the tall windows of his room were rarely diaphanous. The services of a cleaning company had been hired. Due to the size and height of the crystals, they were usually dirty, covered with vaho. The sky looked like a typical picture of a charcoal tonight illuminated by millions of tiny strokes of white chalk.
They were, an explosion of life and death in black and white, a cycle that was renewed endlessly as an infinite eight A tear slipped through her rough and wrinkled cheek. He stroked his hair as if he wanted to imitate the caress of an invisible hand of long, delicate and wrinkled fingers. "Miriam!" He sighed and looked at his companion to find out if he had heard his lament, but he was still snoring back to him. Pedro, he thought that neither an atomic explosion could resuscitate him from the dream of that old man and this time, without modesty, he could not contain a new sob.
-Myriam! Why are not you here getting old by my side?
Myriam did not respond to his call. I could not do it ever. It had gone forever, it would be better to accept it. Everything had finished in the passage at the level of a train a cold morning. He decided that he should move away those thoughts that caused so much pain and sadness and ended up falling asleep contemplating that sky full of tiny strokes of white chalk on a blackish background. During that dream that lasted all night, he did not remember absolutely nothing.
It was an empty dream like a black hole, a sink that absorbs the whole light selfishly for itself. A dream, in which Myriam did not exist even in spirit, nor did he, as if both had been given in the arms of Morfeo. Strange way to feel happy and not feel anything: neither good nor bad, neither cold nor hot, nor dead, nor alive ... And suddenly, that day and that painful dawn ... Once more I live another day. The unbearable life! Melania, the old woman in the next room, burst into an elephant in a box opening the door of an unusual blow - something improper to her age and fragile health - making Pedro's partner, who had been awakened at that moment For the infamous old woman, she launched an excommunication. -What noses happens? Who is there? - He took his face under the blanket to hide his eyes from the blinding daylight and the vision of the newcomers.
Melania ignored her complaint, getting even lower under her shawl as if she wanted to disintegrate into the caress of wool. Pedro, who had opened his eyes at that moment, watched the greens of the old woman and realized that something strange happened and that it was very cold in the room, much more than usual. He also noticed that he had dawned. He thanked that soporiferous dream that had kept him away from life and memories. He also noticed that from the outside a strange buzz came, like a thousand bees buzzing and taking over the garden.
- Quick! You have to see this quickly! - Melania hurried, forcing him to get up. Guzmán Pedro's companion grumbled again, he put himself on his side and covered himself even more with the blanket With restlessness, Pedro softly pushed Melania away from her side and got into the bed trying to overcome the pain that her hip was causing her.
He put on his silk scarf and leaned on his two crutches tried to emulate the old woman in her crazy career abroad A lot of old people rushed to imitate them. There, amongst all, joining forces, they pushed with their weak and wrinkled hands the huge wooden door of wood that led to the garden and when doing so, the wet winter breeze hit their faces as a slap while their feet stepped on something damp, soft and cold. It was snowy It had snowed a lot.
And during the night, someone had made an immense and weird drawing on the snow that could be seen from the sky like the lines of Nazca, like a strange riddle: It was a huge fractal and it had the shape of human DNA.
CHAPTER 2 I I wonder what it is Villa Andrea year 2088. At first glance it looked like a huge fractal with the shape of human DNA but Pedro knew what it was. It seemed a lot, it is true, seeing it, there would be many people who would not doubt it but there was something in it that reaffirmed his idea.
I had heard about circlemackers, the creators of circles in the cereal fields who claimed their art on the Internet in all parts of the world. Although he did not know that they existed in Spain - as he placed them further and further away, perhaps in England or America, where his works were well known, but not there in Asturias - he could not help but feel chills. Surely, they had stayed that night to create that drawing in the shape of a DNA chain and thus proclaim their authorship from the four winds on their website as they always did.
He wanted to convince himself that it was like that. The strange thing was: who had opened the door that night and in that precise place so far away and full of helpless old people? It was well known that there was a night watchman who took care that no thief or thug dared to jump the fence or that no little old man tried to run away, that there were. Everything was crazy. The night watchmen took turns and it was never the same person. So it was somewhat complicated to discover which person or people had made a drawing like that and to what end.
-I wonder what it is.- Melania felt a chill too and she pursed her wrinkled lips in a grotesque grimace while rubbing her hands as she always did when she was nervous. She looked without blinking at the drawing and scrutinized Pedro behind those brown-framed glasses that made her look like a bookworm. She took a step forward to say something when Fausto's hand stopped her. -Stay away. they will not let us get close ! Have you not seen that the place where is the drawing is drawn is surrounded by police tape ?.
Of course, they clean the area, track it with their measuring devices and do not stop talking to each other with their phones. I've been watching them all morning. -Look at those of there for example! - He pointed to a mysterious group of workers imbued with their task- It seems that they are looking for something, right ?. I was very afraid and I did not dare to tell anyone! And I was even more afraid of seeing them work there and that our director did not tell us anything! They were not what they say very discreet in their task.
-Yes, I heard them too. And I. And I - many chanted in unison.
- Why? - Pedro turned to Faust. -Why? I do not know! I do not know why I was afraid! - His gaze fell on a fixed point of the drawing and added - but maybe because there were a lot of people at dawn doing odd jobs there, with that strange appearance and that certainly can not be nothing good ... Faust, was a man of low build and athletic figure. When he was young, Ihehad worked as a trapeze artist in a circus. Now, He spent his days with painting.
He loved to paint. he painted realistic landscapes. But he did not even know what the hell it was that he had printed on the snow and what he wanted most was to put that vision away from his memory. He hit Pedro with his elbow and smiled a smile that aimed to break the ice and clarify the enigma. - And you know what it is, Indian? Pedro in his white striped pajamas and silk dressing gown looked at the drawing made in the snow and the strange men talking to each other and picking up blades of grass from the floor to put in tiny plastic bags. He shrugged hesitantly.
He wanted to say that he thought it was the shape of the human DNA chain but there was something that seemed slightly different to him and he doubted that those old men knew what he was talking about. The figure was perfect, of an unprecedented perfection on the macula of the snow, it seemed that something had heated it with such pressure and precision that it had melted by the edges burning the grass that formed the layout of its lines.
However, he knew, or had the hunch that no matter how much they searched, no matter how hard they searched for those sinister workers dressed in dark jumpsuits, they would never find the slightest trace of the hooligans in that asylum, full of charming old men who had only seen the figure of the DNA in the news , if Alzheimer's allowed them to remember ... -I have no idea! - he released after a few moments, "Maybe he does," someone grumbled behind his back.
- I want to say that it is possible that you have the explanation to all this and I think you are going to tell me Mr. Pedro Rovira .. No one but her, knew every nook, every echo of that house that seemed to speak so similar to the house of his childhood. Around the corners of Lila's mouth, wrinkles of expression had gradually formed that became more visible when she smiled, giving her face attraction. He took kindly the arm of Pedro and ordered him to follow him inside the house:
- Come with me to my office, Mr. Rovira! We have to keep you and I in a long conversation! Without arguing the order followed like a lamb but not before returning one last look back, towards the men who after the police tape insisted on deciphering that mystery, with those devices that made the same noise as a bunch of raging bees ready to attack at any time. Lila walked through the office door and took a seat on a velvet-upholstered wooden chair-it seemed to Pedro quite uncomfortable-and he turned his head to watch as the rain slowly licked the tall windows.
Without losing eye contact with him, he gently opened a drawer under the table and took out a pack of tobacco. He lit one and shamelessly poured his smoke over his face - Want? - He offered one. Pedro made an attempt not to cough and refused his offer. - Well! - Lila became impatient - Mr. Rovira: Tell me that it is in your judgment what is there in my garden! I have the entire residence invaded by policemen. They are strange policemen, I know .Today in the morning I received a call from someone important, of course I will not say who, but let's say a very fat fish of Asturian politics. It was after I saw that strange thing drawn on the floor and I called the police.
Someone had to get in touch with that big fish of which I speak because from the same police station they diverted my call to his official office and they have not taken an hour to appear. They told me that they are police officers of a special body and I did not want to ask any more questions. It seems to be a delicate matter and a top priority. I, for one, only think that it is a stupid drawing but here they are and they will not leave until they find what they are looking for. - Did they threaten you, Lila?- There was an awkward silence. It was difficult to recognize that it had been like that but with Pedro he had no secrets.
That question point-blank, however, did not stop surprising her. - It is an enigma for me, Mr. Rovira: How the hell did you know? Do you have telepathy or what? The answer to your question is yes, the mysterious and powerful man of whom I speak threatened to close the residence if I made the slightest gesture of contacting the press or the local police. He himself has appeared in an official car so that I had proof that what he said was true and it was not an impostor speaking in his name or any prankster.
They are aware of the whole economic situation of this residence and they have pressed me so much tonight that they make me wonder whether I should obey and keep as they ask for the most rigorous silence or proclaim the truth from the rooftops and lose this house with all its tenants or maybe suffer some kind of mishap. I, of course, opt for the second option. -And why do you tell me, Lila? -Because they know him- he answered bluntly and I would dare to say that since you were a child with baby teeth.
-When have they reached this place? How did they find me? - When you were sleeping and they say that they want to investigate the origin of that drawing and that it could fire some kind of radiation, so just in case, they do not let us go through the tape. They will be here only one day, two at the most. All we have to do is keep our mouths shut. I know it's difficult but you can control the rest of your friends for the good of my institution and your own? It is all they ask of you, to keep your mouth shut, I have informed you that you are old enough and will not create problems.
He had enough with the other time: Is not it true? -I'll try! - He sighed grumpily - Anyway who is going to believe a group of old people who are with one foot here and another there on the edge of the grave. -Yes, maybe he's right- she interrupted him abruptly- But: Where were you last night? Come on, tell me now! I need to know it! Pedro looked at the chair in front of Lila. His legs weighed him so much that it seemed that for a moment they were not going to bear the full weight of his body. -Sleep clear. Where was I going with this damn hip?
She knows that I can not get out of here without a permit and that I am so weak that I need help walking. Sometimes this seems like Alcatraz. - That question of her seemed absurd to him and in fact it was it, it did not know to where it wanted to arrive Lila with that interrogation. Or if? - Only veil by its security and as far as its of hip, it knows that its pains will finish soon as soon as we begin with its treatment with stem cells. He excused himself with a serious expression feeling uncomfortable. - Can I sit down? - Pedro clung to the back of the chair for fear that his legs would flake. She breathed with relief when she said: -Yes! Please, excuse me! Pedro sat down and looked at her without blinking. - Yesterday, I went to my room soon because I was very tired. I went to bed and I was looking at the stars while I remembered the caress that Myriam gave me in my head when we went to sleep.
My roommate barely found out. That old curmudgeon must be very exhausted. I would give anything to change it for someone more pleasant but I guess these things are not to the letter so I'll have to put up with it. I have no choice! It is not true? Lila nodded, frowning. "You have hit the nail on the head, Mr. Rovira. Here not everything is a la carte although the amenities are much better than in Alcatraz as you call this your home- Lila Smiled ironically-. And what time did you go to bed if you can know? -I fell asleep at about two o'clock.
At dawn, Melania, the old woman in the next room, interrupted my dream saying there was a strange thing in the garden. We all went out to see what happened and we found that there. Then, you told me to go into your office and, that was all. Lila nervously fussed at the folds of her skirt. - Do not worry, Mr. Rovira! I am not a policeman, only the director of Villa Andrea and I think her friend also, although she sometimes forgets. But I wanted to make sure that after this there is not a group of stupid old people trying to spend a little joke on the authorities and incidentally, on me.
Outside of that, I also think that this is the work of a group of people but not a group of old men very ingenious but not a UFO or whatever that may be. Did I say UFOs? Please! Where will I have the head! Look, Mr. Rovira! I do not want this to be filled with a gang of enlightened people who think they see lights in the sky. This is a respectable and serious residence and if I have only asked you, it is because I think that it is the only one who knows exactly what that drawing symbolizes, so if you tell me, it will be all right ... "UFOS ?"
He repeated with a mixture of sarcasm and stupor. Do we come back with that again, Señora Lila Espinola? -Yes, UFOs. You were very connected with this, a long time ago, there was a lot of talk about that incident. Lila looked at him surprised. Pedro rose indignantly from the chair, for a moment the pain was so great that he feared falling down and could not prevent that from being reflected on his face. "Because they did not arrest me and take me with them like their coarse lab mouse? That's what they always know how to do! It was easy. They knew that I was here. They just had to do it again like they always do and that's it.
"He snapped his fingers. Lila shrugged, looking at him with pity. -Because they no longer care about an old man like you, Mr. Rovira, although their history still worries them despite the discredit and that is why everything that relates them to these "machines" rekindles their interest. At the moment they just want me to keep my mouth closed about all of you on that drawing in the snow until they thoroughly investigate what it is and then they will leave.
- And even if he were to speak again ... Would they not use discredit and lies against me again? I do not know what they fear! They have always gotten away with it! I did not hide the truth but they did not believe me then. Why would they do it now? Clinging to his crutches he glared at her. - Calm down, Mr. Rovira! I already told you that you still have nothing clear! Everything we create is mere speculation. -Looks like the DNA chain- He finally confessed and his look took a somber look- But it only seems it if it is what he wanted to know he already has the answer but I do not think it was done by extraterrestrial entities.
And as for me, I know that much has been said but that was already in the past. I would never plot a joke with these old men to laugh at their authority and endanger their business Mrs. Espinola and less with something that has brought me so many problems and so many headaches. If we add that this is my house ... We already have plenty of reasons not to do something that harms me or harms you and this drawing does. Pedro did not tell him what he really thought. It was a rather special DNA chain, a fragment of a genetic code of three intertwined beings, although the drawing was of human
manufacture, there was no doubt about it. One day he saw something like that. It was a kind of key to handle a type of vehicle and smiled a smile of hope that at that time seemed complicit.
CHAPTER III --- HOPE Remembering a warning Villa Andrea 2088. He would have liked to extend his arm to lean on him, like the gentleman he was and still believed that he was still while she was leading him to the garden behind the house, but he could barely sustain himself with help from her. a pair of crutches so: What else could I do except leave meekly to drive? She meditated on the proposal made by her a few days ago in which she proposed to undergo an innovative treatment with stem cells, something that would undoubtedly improve her quality of life. Pedro did not really know if he wanted to live or if that treatment would be worth it.
Too many things had happened, he was carrying the burden of too much suffering and he was wondering if it would not be better to leave things as they were, to let life continue with its inexorable process, and to die of old age as it was by law. But death involved pain. He suffered so much to come to the world as to leave and on that date there were many advances of which, considering the amount of people who had left, it was almost a crime not to use.
He saw her walk away like a naughty girl between old people and caregivers on winding roads that only she knew and smiled with tenderness. The first time he met her he had a confrontation with her and it seemed hard, pragmatic and quite skeptical. Of course, it had been an erroneous first impression, which was now confirmed again when he saw his ruddy face emerge behind a bend in that garden in the form of a Versailles labyrinth. -I thought I was gone. Yes, Mr. Rovira? Lila caressed the rough trunk of a real palm tree and told her to follow him. It had stopped raining at that time and again wore a spring sun. The weather had become unpredictable since the arrival of the first rains. This time, it was she who took his arm to guide him through that labyrinth of hedges trimmed in the shape of animals to a bench dampened by the rain where there was a fountain covered with lichens in the shape of an adonis that covered their lower parts pudendas a leaf of vine and watched ecstatically the horizon under an anachronistic and strange hat in the shape of a bird's beak.
He directed a sad look in the distance towards the old Hermitage. -I want to go there to pray for them- she confessed, holding out her wrinkled hand for her to take it- I want to pray for Myriam and for my two girls. -You will do it later- She felt sorry for Lila- Not yet! Maybe tomorrow we go! Pedro thought that there was no woman more interested in those strange and unknown objects, whether they were from the Earth itself or from the sky that made dizzy maneuvers breaking all the laws of gravity and aerodynamics.
It is true that she had never seen any except in magazines and television programs but that did not matter, she was equally fascinated. She did not tell anyone, however, she was enormously proud to have among the ranks of her asylum a person so eminent that she had appeared in the newspapers referring to "that subject" and that almost nobody remembered. That's why I had so many questions to ask him that I did not know where to start.
Before she said anything, Pedro, put his arms on the back of the bench. He felt discomfort but at the same time he noticed that the coldness of the stone relieved his battered back. By far the voices of the tenants of the house gradually faded until everything was quiet. Without realizing it, following in Lila's footsteps, they had both entered the heart of the same labyrinth of that tropical garden. "Those men will leave today at about seven," she informed him while smoothing a fold of her skirt. "As I say, they will take samples and then leave us alone. They say, that the figure will melt and logically there will be no rest for tomorrow morning.
The weather forecasts are good. There will be Sun, but you know how little that will last.So that fantastic piece of art that we have in a part of our garden will disappear. The authorities believe that it has been the work of some hooligan, even though they have used it thoroughly in case it had something to do with the UFO phenomenon and that they constantly deny that such a phenomenon exists. Is not it paradoxical, Mr. Rovira? It does not exist, but they investigate it! And then they said you were a liar! Pedro nodded. He returned his aquiline nose profile, his brow furrowed with concern and his deep and sincere brown eyes that took on an amber hue when the sun hit them.
He crossed his arms and watched absently as the water licked the cold stone pile full of mosses and lichens. Lila looked at him curiously and a kind smile on her lips. That old man reminded him of the Sitting Bull of the Western movies. You just had to put a lot of colored feathers on his head, dress him with his ax and his suit and climb it to the top of the mountain to recover in the blink of an eye all the magnanimity of those old American Indians he had seen in the movies of his childhood. But now, he was just a poor devil, dressed in rumpled jeans watching the wilted leaves of the trees suspended in the rotting water of the pond.
An old man who, although not in communion with the Christian faith, felt good in the old hermitage, praying in the way that only he knew for his disappeared relatives. -I have brought you here because there are many things about you that interest me and intrigue me a lot and I do not want anyone to hear us. He leaned his back on the bench to look in the same direction Pedro did with a wicked smile. - I thought I had already told him everything - he replied without smiling or moving one iota. -Absolutely! - Asseverated Lila .-
There is much more to tell and do not fear, I am not angry with you only that I want to not hide anything. It appeared in the newspapers that his wife, daughter and granddaughter went to pick up that prize when they had that strange accident. I never understood why you did not accompany them. that day. Because I avoided journalists. You were the living proof that they and their advanced technology exist. Why did not you face them? "I could not," his voice trembled when he said it. "I could not present myself like that and say to them: Gentlemen! Yes, they exist! I have traveled on one of their space ships with them and I have seen the glory of God! I have seen how they manage time and space with the same ease with which a child drives their video game console. No one would have believed that the young person I was at that time was much older than his wife and daughter. That would defy all the laws of nature! I would alert the tabloids and the scientific community would want to do tests.
I tried to tell a journalist who seemed serious but finally they found out that their source was me and exercised brutal brutality against that journalist and the most absolute discrediting against me. I refused to become a clown of that circus in which they tried to imbue me, with multiple interviews agreed on the main television channels and intervention of the tabloid press of the time, they even counted on me for the programs of the heart.- He felt as if Missed the air in the chest and added - is not it ridiculous?
they wanted to turn me into a kind of monkey and they almost got it Pedro raised his trembling hands to his face and burst into tears in despair, hiding his cracked face behind them. Lila thought that he seemed very fragile and was about to embrace him - undocumented migrant -continued lamenting- How to explain that my life suffered a parenthesis of decades for having traveled at speeds higher than light.
If I were by their side I would have also committed them to them, so I dissociated myself so as not to hurt them, so that nobody would know that they were my family and not spoil their lives and their scientific prestige.-And what happened next? - Lila asked curiously. -They told me that they were going to collect a prize that they were finally going to give them for the sake of their fabulous scientific work and that the girl would go with them. I then went to the Niemeyer Center taking a walk. On the way back, I took a taxi.
And I heard the news of his accident horrified. My universe and my hopes collapsed as if the slab of my own coffin had fallen on me. I have never experienced such pain, nor do I think I will ever experience it. But there was already a warning ... -Keep counting! - Lila pleaded. Pedro, narrowed his eyes and for a moment seemed to travel in time with his imagination It ran on May 12, 2025. - He continued speaking- It was very cold. The crystals of my car were fogged by the mist of my breath. I went through a wooded area that had to be crossed to reach the rural house that we had rented and where I lived hidden with my family.
That night the three of them were waiting for me to have dinner. An immense journey of forest extended its white and phosphorescent cups under the headlights of my car as if I wanted to embrace it with its branches while I listened to the characteristic sounds of the night: the song of nocturnal birds, creaks of steps of small predators and silences disturbing ... The next day they would go to collect that prize.
But it was that night, the night before the event, when something strange happened, something I had not noticed until today, and that when I remember it, I felt something that I had not experienced for a long time ... "And what is it, Pedro?" Lila prodded, slightly worried. -Fear.- and added- Very much fear. Pedro remembered to keep the fog lights on, although he could barely see anything on the road and the surroundings. He looked through the rearview mirrors and felt anguish and a pressing need to get home Suddenly, something crossed quickly and crashed into his hood in a violent way. He hastened to stop sharply but not in time.
The brakes made a screeching sound that still pierced his brain as he remembered it. Finally, he managed to stop the vehicle to avoid collision with a tree. -What was it about? - Lila asked with tremulous voice. -I've run over something or someone! - Anxiety seized him when he remembered that vivid image. Lila watched her suffering and felt very helpless- God! I hope it's a deer! I hope it is, Lila !. -It's okay! It's fine!
- He pacified him hugging him- All of that belongs to the past. Now he's safe here with me and he's safe. Get quiet! His heart beat fast and unbeaten. I did not know whether to believe the woman. He did not know if he had traveled back to the past to eternally relive that nightmare and he preferred to die before that. -What was it? - He urged Lila I- Pedro continued- I grabbed my flashlight and got out of the car illuminating in front of me but, there was not the slightest trace of blood or any corpse of animal or person although the blow of the fender of my car indicated that it had collided with something big, strong and heavy, perhaps a boar, a huge female accompanied by her offspring that had come out to feed. But no.
A few steps in front of me, I saw emerge from the fog the figure of a very tall man, extremely tall, so tall that he could measure a whopping two meters. Although it was very dark and the darkness and fear could be making me see things that did not exist, at first I was drawn as a giant black shadow that was moving towards me in the darkness. Blackness against blackness ...
I thought it might be the man I might have run over but immediately dismissed him because he was walking normally towards my car as if he wanted to ask me something. At that moment I realized that it was not the fruit of my imagination but a real being. Maybe a witness to the outrage but it was curious that black shadow in the darkness of the night advancing towards me. It also crossed my mind that it could be the driver who was ahead and that the fog prevented me from seeing, even the car that was coming behind and that I had not seen I expected him to approach before deciding what to do. The man of an extraordinary height, because I perceived that he had to be a man to judge by the charcoal gray suit that he wore, came even closer to me. I could not see his face because he was wearing a strange black hat with a wide brim and The strangest and horrible thing of all is that when he approached the window of my car ... I had no face!
His face was a shapeless mass of pink flesh in which there was only a crooked mouth pursed in a hideous grimace, like stitching, which gave off a metallic, squeaky sound similar to the noise made by a knife on a sharpening stone but much more lacerating . A few seconds later, the strange character managed to modulate some words that did not seem articulated by a human throat. - I warn you do not tell anyone that mysterious place where you have been or will regret it. -I do not know what he's talking about! -I rebuked him. -You'll see- he said without further ado and turned his huge shoulders- Do not forget! - He shouted- Do not forget that I warned him! It was lost in an accelerated race illuminated by the headlights of my car in the direction of some nearby trees and disappeared as engulfed by darkness. I did not think I would see him again until years later but that's how it was, I saw him again ...
Lila nodded sympathetically. The huge DNA symbol made in the snow could only be seen in its grandeur from the high windows of the house or from the air and would be there at the most that day, but no more. I did not know who could have bothered with such a joke. Pedro did not know either.If he were a pessimist, he would have thought that the authors of the circles on the fields of wheat and corn, increasingly sophisticated and elusive, had given him an old man, as the target of his jokes. It all started when he wanted to tell his story and he was treated like crazy. I remembered it well. Who could blame him for it? He did not try when he was young. Who would believe it now as an old man? He claimed to have been born in 1974 and had been in the September 11 attacks in New York. So he told that famous journalist of a program of extraordinary and fantastic events. He said he was 27 years old by that date, married to a Spanish woman living in Mexico, and an eight-year-old daughter, very sick at that time.
When Pedro told the journalist what happened next, he was deeply impressed. A bizarre and incredible story of travel through space and parallel universes. But the most incredible thing for the journalist was when he inquired into the information Pedro gave him about who he said he was, with whom he was married and who said he was his daughter. The data was irrevocably true, as if history had been memorized. But a disturbing image was made in all that fantastic story. The woman Pedro claimed to be married to mysteriously disappeared with her daughter in that mysterious spring of 2025 after suffering a traffic accident in the middle of a train tracks. Nobody could understand how his wife, daughter and granddaughter disappeared before attending a dinner in which the 32-year-old scientific daughter and her 52-year-old mother were entertained.
But the current biological age of Pedro was not lying, he was 90 years old, and he had been living in Asturias since he was 29, if his story was real, Pedro would be 114 and that, it seemed completely crazy to judge by his appearance. The journalist made a second appointment with him requesting permission to obtain a DNA sample and corroborate his story in the InterCiencia data banks. It had been years since the scientific community had recorded all known data on human DNA in a global database. The data was public domain but its extraction was verified and supervised. The use of DNA information outside of Interciencia was not allowed. When the journalist contrasted Pedro's DNA with the award-winning scientist Laura Vargas, Pedro's paternity test was one in ten million, a reliability of almost 100%. Pleased with the data obtained and the incredible story, the journalist contacted his source again to show him what he would publish and ask him for permission to do so. Pedro consented and not only that, he added some more details to the story.
The story was published but like everything, had its detractors and defenders, once again. Then, repentance came because he thought that nothing else would bring him problems. The author of the interview later betrayed him, claiming that he had felt cheated by him when at no time was true but he also paid for it with his own life. Pedro later learned that he suffered coercion and threats and in his heart he forgave him. The scientific community did not take long to fatigue Pedro and in the press and television his name was no longer used except to ridicule both him and the journalist who had defended his story. Betrayed by all wanted to preserve his family something that stained their professional records to know their identities.
At least the journalist had the decency not to say who his wife and daughter were, revealing almost the whole story. Pedro by then, disappeared from the map, thought it was the best ... He took refuge with his family in a house in the middle of the forest where he remained hidden from the world for a long time. No one knew of his whereabouts and he did not leave the house except at night to take a ride with his car.It was Laurita and Myriam who were in charge of making the purchases and all the paperwork and how the people of the town did not know what they had with Pedro, nobody could relate to them. That day she decided to break her retirement in broad daylight, taking a walk to the Niemeyer, it was the day they went to pick up their prize. He could never face the absence of his Mirian and Laurita, or the little granddaughter that life had allowed him to recover, the ironies of fate, lose again.
CHAPTER 4 He could never recover after that … Ekel, Year 2088 Ekel saw in that story many things that remained and that only contributed to fuel the mystery, but so many details, increased his curiosity to verify that there was truth in the story. It was in a reserved area of a cybercafé of pristine clarity, with minimalist decoration and chill out music of sounds of waves and trills of birds. It was very early and there were very few clients: almost all students were half asleep after spending a long night of partying, they were looking for their last stop on the premises to take something to their stomachs and relieve their hangovers a bit.
Sitting on her stool, she requested a holographic videoconference activating the sensor under her right thigh, a plasticized nail-shaped mark. Immediately an image was generated that occupied the entire white wall. -Hello, I'm Ekel Ayala Jensen! Can you put me with someone who has access to the newspaper library, please? The Internet was decidedly not what it used to be - he wondered - it was invaded more and more by companies that were desperately looking for a window to export their products and some governments also used it to misinform. The search for something useful was increasingly difficult. But she knew what key to play to make magic.
On the other side, the searcher: a woman in her 40s, it arose in her terminal. - Connecting with the user! - You are with SEPTIMUS on line 22. Before his eyes appeared the image of the newspaper library an old building that survived like a library of Alexandria with its old headlights that still conserved all the documents in paper, video and audio that could have been saved after the floods. -Hello, I'm Ekel Ayala Jensen - he introduced himself as was de rigueur- I'm looking for a newspaper, but not any newspaper, it's a very specific diary ... It was such a thoughtful time that he made the man named SEPTIMUS scratch his chin hesitantly.
Eckel guessed that SEPTIMUS would not be his real name but a Nick or an alias as usual. -Ummm are you OK Ekel Ayala? - SEPTIMUS looked at her with concern "Oh, yes, of course." Ekel looked up and looked for the man's blue eyes timidly. - Excuse me Ekel! - The handsome man insisted this time with a smile- What diary did he need? -Mayo del 2025 the train accident in which that scientist, grandmother, mother and daughter was implicated. "Aha!" He gave her an efficient smile and started typing, "I remember that my parents told me about that strange event. Three women missing The car was smashed at a level crossing without a barrier, but when they searched through the masses they found no trace of them. It was thought that perhaps they could have managed to flee in a daze from the accident site but no body was ever found. The machinist said it was impossible that he had given them time to do that given the speed at which the accident occurred and the speed of reaction. Do not! It was as if the three had vanished or as if the machine had collided with an empty vehicle! It is possible that they had left it there abandoned .
But: Why would they do such a thing? "I do not have much time, SEPTIMUS." Eckel snorted, brushing a strand of hair that bothered his eye. -I'll look for what there is- SEPTIMUS smiled when he saw his impatience- and I will send it to him by private mail to his home since it will take me some time. Is he still the same as always, Miss Jensen? -Yes- Ekel the hair was picked up with a pencil like a Japanese woman and interrupting the communication quickly by activating the sensor under his thigh. Far from that place, and from Ekel Jensen, Pedro's memories returned to the day he lost his family. He barely had time to tell his adventures to his wife and the encounter with that peculiar character who looked like a giant with a metallic voice
.- I warn you! Do not tell anyone where you have been or will regret it. Pedro did not stop thinking that his wife and daughter had disappeared and that that character had a lot to do with what happened. The fact that there was no trace of them in the accident gave him hope that they were still alive somewhere he could not imagine.
He remembered how he had told his family because he had not aged. It was strange that he had only been away from Earth one year, but his daughter was already 32 years old and his wife was 50 when he saw them again, and he had simply stopped the time. He told his wife that she could do the same if she now traveled instead. So she could take a small trip of months and return when he had turned 52 and both would have the same biological age of 52 when she returned.
That is, I told him that it was still possible to go back to the same starting point and grow old together as was natural. But they did not decide because of fear. Pedro's youth more than a gift from the stars became a curse and the space ship in which he arrived with that other alien so different from Pit the penguin, departed, and although he, had the secret hope that they would return to reunite, that never happened. And then that horrible accident that finished with everything No trace of them, no trace of blood, no remains of tissues, nothing at all. Just a jumble of forgotten iron in the tracks of an old train.
HOPE CHAPTER 5. Mori, in a World far from Earth, year 2011 On a green hill, a building was outlined, a pearly and compact sphere without any hint of cracks, doors or windows surrounded by multicolored stripes in its central part, an ivory surface, polished and brilliant like a gigantic pearl. Of a green with a tendency to yellow, the soft grass appeared full of small four-leaf clovers. It had a very careful appearance and except for some small trees that irregularly covered the surface, the landscape was harmonious since there was no other type of vegetable around. In the distance in a calm sea, something similar to small ships moved in erratic directions in a display of colors. A blue planet ... very similar to the Earth, with a vegetation that still resembles the far, close up had a distinctly different appearance. Infinite meadows of small saplings with branches in the shape of clover leaves no more than a few centimeters high.
A dirt road that gained height going up a hill. Some of the trees had given fruits similar in size and shape to lemons but of an intense bluish color. On the way, two beings of similar appearance to penguins walked in stumbling directions towards the gigantic pearl pearl. It was dusk and no stars could be seen in the sky. They approached the building that seemed to rise from the ground like a hot air balloon that only gained in height but did not move from where it was. A glass staircase emerged like a fan from the lowest part of the sphere and grew until it reached the ground.
The two beings climbed from step to step and disappeared inside it as if the sphere had engulfed them. The interior was very cool and dark. Suddenly, a thin line of tiny flickering lights and constantly moving around them both and under his tiny feet appeared a path of faint light colored tile that barely glimpsed its tiny silhouettes. There was absolute silence in that strange and partial darkness. It had been a long time since they needed words to communicate, so it was only within their tiny, complex minds that they could hear that they were actually having a very fluid conversation between them.
- This will be our last conversation! -Pop ducked his head down as he conveyed these thoughts motionless like a statue of ice. - Someone has to do it! - Rel apologized. - Knowledge implies responsibility, we can not leave them to their fate, it will not be the first or the last time we have to intervene. Pop insisted again, but he already knew the answer. - Still, there is not another that can do it in your place? Rel raised his tiny wing-shaped hand and drew a lovely blue orb in the air. -It's my responsibility, Pop. I should go there. This is our laws, if the avatars work and the ship has not moved far, I can return at dawn, but if the ship has moved to a place so remote that I can not even imagine, I may return when it has passed centuries for you Something tells me that this trip can be very long. So, maybe this is the last time we share this same timeline and that's why, in a way, I brought you here today, to this place, to say goodbye to you. Rel thought of the sea, adored the sea and suddenly they were surrounded by a calm sea where a ship with gigantic white sails rocked gently without touching the waves.
Perhaps with this image the farewell was less painful. He thought to himself that he liked that image and that his friend could evoke as much peace as he did. In that room everything was possible, everything that their minds imagined would come true. -I'm sorry, Pop, I will never get used to these goodbyes- He said sadly.- It's me who leaves less in this world, and it will be like going to the other side of the sea. I understand that you feel sad and that you are going to miss me, but you know as well as I do that I should.
That I must leave because I can not avoid my responsibility, because this is my Cori. Rel was referring to the term that defined in his clan the relative whose ancestor returned from a trip through space and returned years later to his planet traveling at speeds close to those of light. When returning years later to him, the planet and its inhabitants venerated him as a God. That fellow of hers was thousands of years older and wiser, he had seen things that not even the others had dared to dream about and had paid a high price for it. None of his relatives had lived to see his return and share the stories of his travels.
I would be a lonely traveler in spacetime. A cori returned to assume an important role in the evolved society of his peers, everyone counted on his advice and the whole society clothed him as his most precious asset. When it was known that a cori was in danger, an ancestral law demanded the help of all its members, being the first travelers to help because of their condition as a novelty. This type of travel demanded strong doses of surrender and sacrifice in the navigating society, when part of its members were driven by the need to undertake different paths many times without a possible return.
That's why those who came back were so appreciated Einstein, the great physicist of the twentieth century mentioned situations like this in the fable of the twin brothers in which the traveling brother, but still young, was with his older brother on his return trip. Experiments that were made in the XX and XXI century proved that a clock that moves fast will count the time more slowly than another that is at rest or moves slower than the previous one.
When speeds close to those of light are reached, the differences become infinite. The Bible makes reference to a similar case alluding to the prophet Elijah. "Elijah was picked up by a chariot of fire according to the prophecy and will return to Earth at the end of the days." Elijah could return after two months for him but on Earth a billion years would have passed. Unfocused or not? Maybe not so much. It would be perfectly possible if, like Elijah, a being could travel at speeds very close to the light and the Wanik to the Ore had found a way to circumvent these restrictions of space travel with what they called avatars, finding as an unexpected gift a door to other dimensions.
Space travel was still necessary to manage the avatars since they could not bridge between two places in space if they had not been in those two places before. For this reason they used to make trips to nearby stars carrying an activated avatar and later establishing with it a bridge between the multiple stars that they had visited to be able to travel instantaneously after having transported the avatar there. The avatars were very sophisticated machines, but they lacked the artificial intelligence that their powerful ships had.
However, an avatar could not displace more than the equivalent in weight to ten people. An avatar was not only used to transport passengers, it could be sent by itself as an observer, but it lacked the capacity of transportation if it was not reprogrammed for the return, a task that was impossible without the sophisticated help of a ship. They could not therefore use an avatar to travel in any direction without there being an initial intervention of a ship in the destination.
Although they had other sophisticated resources. Rel thought about the law that because of its condition as a ship traveler and crewman linked it less to the world it was now in and therefore it was a quality to be taken into account.It was never easy to give up everything to travel to such remote places knowing that you will never return or you will when all your loved ones have died or aged. Only when nothing binds you to the place where you are and carry with you what you most want is when you can leave as far as possible. Back then in 80 or a thousand years was not important then. But it was something necessary and at the same time difficult to assume.
The Wanik al Ore were very kind beings who established strong and lasting friendship relationships, that's why their bonds were very difficult to break. When they knew if they empathized, they maintained a relationship that would last their entire life. Rare was that friends did not live nearby and formed a pineapple for almost everything. Rel had arrived two months before returning to Morú the fifth planet of a solitary star located on the plane of the galaxy. In spite of such a short time a great friendship had grown between them. Pop admired in Rel his courage and commitment to give up everything and get involved in travel with a possible no return.
But this time there were two powerful reasons to make the trip and one of them was to find Pit, to know what happened to him, why when everything seemed to be going well, his ship disappeared. The other was to leave in search of his Cori. Both reasons were extraordinarily powerful for him and his planet. No news from the ship? - Pop asked - The news we have is that Pit left the ship after Avi, my run, died, and communicated to the ship his intention to be alone. The ship also stopped transmitting, communicated its intention to wait until the mission was possible in the hope of finding some inhabitants of the planet to be able to return and convince Pit that this was a mistake.
When Avi died, the ship was left unused to travel. Even with Pit's intervention it would not have been possible for the ship to have been able to take the trip. The protections to avoid a singularity in the world make it totally useless, so he has disconnected to abandon himself to his fate just as Pit did. But ...- Pop hesitated. That's suicide. How much time do humans have left? - 30 cycles to your star, years at the most- Rel answered before your Sun begins the nova phase.
The star will be filled with increasingly larger spots that will become a single huge spot at the end of the cycle. -I thought he had left with that mission- Reflexed Pop with sadness ... -That was indeed and that's why he left to solve the problem. He could have left without leaving those humans to his fate but he did not. He tried to help them. Then something that was not programmed happened and disappeared without leaving any trace. We must know how he tried to solve it. This will give us the key so that when that happens again in this case to us, we know how to act as well. That's why it's so important that we locate Pit. That we know what happened to him and to the extent possible
- if he still lives, which is unlikely - we will help him return home and achieve his goal: "Save the humans and obtain the key to save our world or others in the future of the catastrophe that shook us long ago. If nothing remedies the process will be the same as always. The sun will turn red like blood for 3 days. Then it will turn black, but the night will last little, the tenth part of a day at the most. Then a brightness stronger than that of a million stars will instantly turn the whole day of the planet into gas in eight minutes. Rel was transmitting these thoughts to Pop, he did not say the name of those two celestial bodies but he had to be referring to the Sun and the Earth, a solar system in the constellation of Centaur, the same blue orb that had drawn where the trace of Pit.
-The Sun will not go through the red giant phase- Rel continued- it will become a new star, maintaining its extraordinary brightness during at least a quarter of a cycle of its solar orbit. Then, the Earth will be immediately ejected from its orbit around the Sun and will wander through space cooling in an eternal night where the temperatures on the planet will drop to 0 absolute -236 degrees below zero, specifically, the planet will be without atmosphere and the only remains of liquid will be like the hardest of the rocks. There will be no vestige of life I know, and you too because this process we know quite well, unfortunately.
The last remains that will remain in the old blue planet will be the worms that have been buried very deep in the ground, and these, will not take long to die when the inner heat of the earth is extinguished. Pop saw all those images materialize in the darkness and felt a strong chill run through his marrow. It's the end of the cycle of life, "Pop muttered." The death of a planet and all its inhabitants. How sad! I find it very difficult to keep my eyes fixed on everything you show me. The extinction of life is always sad- He responded observing a huge tongue of fire that emerged from the Sun- although you already know that this is a necessary cycle, you are born, you live intensely and in the end you die, it is just a state to complete the meaning of life, it is difficult to assume this because of our survival principle since we all struggle desperately to survive.
But what we are or what we were is not lost in any way, we exist in many alternative realities. As far as we know, we are aware that the space and time we feel is not the absolute reality. Even though life does not last through time, what is already lived or what is left to live, it does not cease to exist, it is somewhere in space-time and it continues to exist even though we see it as if it were the past. We live in the present and we walk towards the future.You must not forget that yesterday and tomorrow are as real as today, so death as such does not exist. A whirlwind of white light materialized before their eyes. There was an enveloping music of Gregorian chants played by women I suppose we are not here to know who we are and where we are going or what the ultimate meaning of our life is- Cabiló Pop- I want to think that we can do something about it.
Rel watched the whirlwind and let himself be rocked by that music - Indeed, Pop, I have sent an avatar programmed before my previous trip but I gave up. Having returned to Moru here reduces your chances of survival, but I needed your help. "Have not you found out about Pit? - Little thing. The ship is not on Earth, I think that somehow Pit has managed to help humans, the ship was unused and he left it to his fate, but not being on Earth the protection mechanism had to be overcome in some way, Pit needed at least three intelligent beings besides him to make it possible for the ship to leave the solar system, since it is not there. Pit was not interested in our help, he left the ship and sent a message that his desire was to remain the rest of his life on Earth.
Send a transport avatar but did not get any response, the ship was abandoned, with its systems to the minimum: The avatar, getting no response, stayed in the desert a short distance from it. That is to say that the ship was left to drift.- Cabiló Pop- .. And you tried something to look for it with the observers? Pop was referring to six marble-sized objects that orbited around the Earth a million kilometers away from it. They were of a brilliant blue sky and their closeness transmitted a sensation of glacial cold and a strange musicality. Rel hesitated a moment before answering. -In some way it was because something seemed to move Pit to leave his retirement. But the question is: Where did Pop go? And why did not he come back with us?
HOPE CHAPTER Residential Palace in Mori, year 2011 Light years from Earth. Mori, the Residential Palace, was a gleaming diamond lost in the immensity of the jungle of that planet. She was called "real girl" or "divine flower". That, meant the name Leilani. In truth, I had some things that made her look a little human, but that was an insignificant characteristic with the many races that populate the universe. She would be considered on Earth as a woman Shaman: venerated by all, even feared, a privileged being who had a special connection with plants, animals and minerals. Of her it was said that she spoke with all of them and that whatever the subject of which they were made, they transmitted their thoughts and ideas to her. Leilani had such healing power that with only words he healed. It had been a while since Mori's sun had left. But she, whose capacity to heal was so great, could not heal herself on that planet and that was her misfortune at that time. There was something in Mori's atmosphere that was very pernicious for her and made her sick in leaps and bounds. However, he had had to travel to that place to attend a relief message from Rel, a Wanik at the ear looking for one of his own. So once he saw him he could finally return to his planet with the awareness of having helped. The issue to be dealt with required that sacrifice. -Get me a little water! - she asked exhausted with swollen lips. Leilani narrowed her eyes and fell exhausted on a bed of white canopies. The royal bed was in the middle of a garden, in the open air, in which trees of appetizing and strange fruits grew, all full of white flowers of velvety petals that opened every time she articulated the slightest word and closed again when she was silent. Huge pools of greenish water ran through the garden, running to meet the sea. In the distance, the colored sailboats swayed gently under a clement spring sun. Leilani's counselor reached out and handed him a glass bowl filled with refreshing water that Leilani drank greedily.
-They came to see her- she squared off before her, looking at her with a sad and worried look- "Your health, your highness, is getting worse and worse. I should reconsider the idea of returning or the climate of the Wanik to the Ore will kill it. Of low height and fragile aspect, he rested his shining feet on the cold ground and made an immense effort to remain erect. He looked at his counselor with his huge, hymnopic eyes that seemed to occupy his entire face. - Pass him, Counselor! I already told you that I do not have much time here! I have to take advantage of every minute, every second of my life if I want to return with my people Slahe and not die trying! -Yes, of course- admitted the small and helpful man nodding docilely with his head- "Your wishes are orders for me, Your Highness! He bowed and went to the door of the palace with quiet steps, there spoke with someone inside one of his interior rooms and after a few moments he came back out accompanied by two beings that could be mistaken for two penguins of the Earth.
In front of her, the two beings dressed in those strange suits prostrated before her with a ridiculous reverence. He heard their thoughts and they were nervous, only one of them was willing to undertake the great journey and the other was a mere companion. In the background, Leilani felt almost sympathy for him. Looking at it well, that planet they were on, Mori, was only a substitute for the one they had lost. They insisted on taking root there and starting a new life; forget the disaster that caused the loss of your true Homeland; forget all they had lost on the way ... For them, Mori, in a way was also pernicious, but his body was better adapted.That being before him did not seem or want to forget. And she, even at the risk of damaging her health with a climate that did not benefit her, had moved there by coming to her call precisely to help her.
He had CORI status and she could not refuse. The beings who had such condition sacrificed all their life in favor of the harmony of the universe and for her, even causing so much damage, they would only be a few days. - Highness Leilani, my real girl! - I prostrate before you- Musitó Rel. -Close to me- He reached up to take Rel's head between them and focused his eyes on his little eyes trying to read in his mind. He had never known a mind as pristine as that, it was like a diaphanous crystal through which the whole map of his soul could be read. -Why do not you forget Pit? - There was a little disdain and sadness in your question- When your planet was destroyed and you reached Earth, we all decided that it would not be your world but Pit wanted to stay and he paid his price. Do not! I can not risk your life in exchange for his, in exchange for a decision that he himself has made because he ended up loving those earthly miser!
You ask me to help you and I can do it. I must respect your cori. But I do not know if I want to do it. -I bring a missive for you- he offered it pleadingly- Look, majesty, I wrote it myself, but I preferred to give it to you. Open it! Leilani looked at him and then at the missive, opened the white envelope and emerged from nowhere a screen of images appeared so clear that they seemed real. The queen made real efforts to concentrate on all the information she received. Despite his fatigue, despite the fact that his forces were leaving him every second. At his side he heard the voice of Rel who insisted again: -I have to go, my precious Majesty. He stayed there to investigate, we received numerous news that terrestrial humans did not like, that they were violent and upstarts ..
. There came a time when Pit decided to abandon them to their fate since they were not worthy of being saved. However ... In the last messages there was a significant change in Pit's attitude toward them. He spoke with an immense love of these human beings and we even have the firm belief that he was helped by some of them to put into operation the ship with which he wanted us to meet him. But in spite of everything, majesty, we believe that he did not abandon us even if everybody says otherwise. And that is why we should look for it wherever it has gone and that is why I need your help. -We must? And who do you mean when you speak in the plural? I am aware that your species does not approve this trip. If I agreed to move here, it was because I believed that you could convince me otherwise, despite being obligated.
-A Pop and me, I mean the two of us- He lowered his head. Leilani watched the other being accompany him. There was a sad but hopeful expression in his eyes. He closed the letter with a slight blink of his eyes and returned it to Rel; next to her, the white flowers that flooded the whole garden with their beautiful presence and fragrance seemed to cry and close again. "Good!" He sighed with resignation. "You know if you make that trip, you may not be able to return. It's your Cori! You know? Maybe you end up in an unknown and inhospitable world where Pit is not and you see yourself alone without us being able to help you. Do you know, Rel? Do you know that this could happen? What could you leave to never come back? Rel nodded. He knew the risks and was willing to take them. -Okay! - He sighed with resignation- We do not know exactly in which coordinates of time-space your friend Pit is lost.
You ask me to give you the pleasure of carrying out a risky mission and I am not even sure if I should grant it to you but you can not imagine the suffering that this climate causes me. I did not come here to get sick and at the same time deny you something that you have risked so much.The paper of the letter shuddered between her little fingers. A small trickle of blue blood began to emerge with the crackle of paper at the corners of his mouth. The queen, took a handkerchief and wiped it ashamed. I did not want Rel or his companion to see her like that, so sick.
Since they had left their planet their health was in decline. She suspected that it was the climate of that Wanik planet refuge. He put his delicate hand under the pillow and extracted an object, similar to a small prism of colors, a faceted object that threw a thousand flashes when the light of dawn struck him. -What to say! I should say no but I admire your courage! If you are going to find Pit it is necessary that you take this with you- He gave him the prism-. It is not an avatar. It emits a soothing light. You never know with what violent and dangerous beings you might find yourself. If their light illuminates them, their emotions will calm down, or their anger will be blocked according to the case and your life will always be safe. I can not help you anymore! You have the ship, the avatars, and all our technology at your fingertips to find your friend!
Maybe, what I offer you will not be of great help to you, but at least it leaves me a little calmer with respect to humans and other adverse beings that you can run into. Oh! he added - and it can also cure. Do not forget that. -Then that's a yes? - Rel exploded with joy. Will the Slahely help me find Pit? "Yes," Leilani muttered, falling back on her bed. "Of course I'll help you!" At the same time he said this, a gigantic white orchid fell from one of the trees and landed on Rel's little hand. He looked at Pop to see his surprise reaction to that miracle. Immediately he brushed his fingers, the flower withered and he made a strange little noise that was barely audible as if the flower were expiring.
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