I entered the spacious dining room with caution, it was dark and I was not even the floor where I was resting my feet. I already knew I'd find three chests, I knew what it contained both of them and I also knew that I had to choose between only two, the third since I had already opened a small window of opportunity long before, without being able to fully take possession of its contents, leaving finally where he was. At one time I would do anything to possess it, now no longer fall within my desires.
advance slowly, allowing time to get used to my eyes to the gloom. The place was strange and seemed to be uninhabited for some time, yet I knew very well that every day there was a lot of people. Make out the shapes on the walls paintings and felt under my feet the alternation of cold marble in the warmth of carpet. Cold drafts invested my face without warning, as if someone had opened a window at that moment, a moment later while puffs of hot air hit me in the body, without which I imagine I could source.
had been a long time since I had been there but I immediately recognized the direction to take. The gate was always well hidden, yet visible to everyone, it seemed impossible that all this time no one else had discovered, and if anyone had managed to perfection had erased the traces of their passage. I hoisted in the room above, immersed in the same half-light, crossed by rays of light coming through cracks in the wood ceiling that lit up the evolution of atmospheric dust.
The three caskets were there, where I found the third in its time. I concentrated on the first two, trying to imagine how I would react as soon as I chose what to take and which to leave, if I succeeded in my purpose.
The first casket was elegant, refined, cultured with a quote on the cover. Inside, there was a flurry of passion and pleasure invisible from the outside, enclosed in a cold stone that gave off a blue light, the screen from its container. From the second, however, came a loud red light that filtered through each small hole, every crack, every hole that broke the perfection. The third was there, one step away from me, but I looked at him. Did not want to see him again, and I wanted to remember the story that I had brought before him. I tried to concentrate on the first two.
I knew I had to choose only one, because both would take would be to risk losing them both. Despite this I did what I should but I just do what I could, what part of my nature. I took them both with calculated malice, they lifted off the ground and held them get up in front of me, while a grin of satisfaction bent my smile. Conscious of my power, I thought to crogiolai of what awaited me when I finally opened them. Granted a last look bad at the left chest, the third, and I turned to walk back along the road that had brought me so far. It was not difficult, not until then, and the best was coming.
POSTSCRIPT: now keep the promise made to one of my friends to dedicate a post. I chose this because she has managed to creep in, though with extreme discretion, in our lives without subverting what it was before or annoy those who already belonged to them, not putting anyone in the situation of having to make choices, but complement each other perfectly and carving out a place of honor.
The first casket was elegant, refined, cultured with a quote on the cover. Inside, there was a flurry of passion and pleasure invisible from the outside, enclosed in a cold stone that gave off a blue light, the screen from its container. From the second, however, came a loud red light that filtered through each small hole, every crack, every hole that broke the perfection. The third was there, one step away from me, but I looked at him. Did not want to see him again, and I wanted to remember the story that I had brought before him. I tried to concentrate on the first two.
I knew I had to choose only one, because both would take would be to risk losing them both. Despite this I did what I should but I just do what I could, what part of my nature. I took them both with calculated malice, they lifted off the ground and held them get up in front of me, while a grin of satisfaction bent my smile. Conscious of my power, I thought to crogiolai of what awaited me when I finally opened them. Granted a last look bad at the left chest, the third, and I turned to walk back along the road that had brought me so far. It was not difficult, not until then, and the best was coming.
POSTSCRIPT: now keep the promise made to one of my friends to dedicate a post. I chose this because she has managed to creep in, though with extreme discretion, in our lives without subverting what it was before or annoy those who already belonged to them, not putting anyone in the situation of having to make choices, but complement each other perfectly and carving out a place of honor.
