I stand among a crowd of ethereal people. They take turns coming to me and talking to me, pointing somewhere, but I do not understand their words. Confused, I listen and repeated again and again:
"Forgive me, I do not know your language, and I can not understand you. What do you want to tell me? What I should do? What's with me, why am I here?"
Suddenly, when I'm already on the verge of despair, I guess.
"Show me!" I ask.
At the same instant, the dead disappear, and I find myself in the power of new visions. Then in front of me impenetrable forests, then I look at the endless water space, covered with ripples, I am exactly on board the ship. I see abandoned temples and statues, sanded; dark dungeon, cobwebbed; an unclear light, colored with purple; strange creatures, like people, muscular and dexterous; I see battles - cries of the wounded, dead bodies, warriors falling to the ground from the fortress walls; books; horses; roads; countless human faces staring at me...
I see the archangel with dark wings, his face hidden, surrounded by companions-among them a noble lady, seemingly of no age, impetuous, light, thin, like a reed, with long light curls, merciless in battle... The archangel leads a dead army. Suddenly, the holy warrior is nearby and points at me with his finger.
"You must," I hear a calm voice.
After that I see a strong young virgin dying on the altar in the open air. I see flames and fires, some disgusting beasts chase me, try to tear my teeth and claws... One of these vile creatures, stronger than others, overtakes me and plunges to the ground, and I see my own blood, and next to me - the skull of a dragon. Obeying an obscure impulse, I take it in my hands, and the skull just comes to life - the dead jaws open, and someone disembodied says, almost hisses:
"You should!"
I recoil and at the same moment find myself in a new place - in a room full of books. A sudden gust of wind comes from somewhere, and my flesh begins to crumble, turning to dust, and the wind immediately dispels it. In the end, only bleached bones remain from me, and they are destroyed and disappear, except for a couple of links of the ridge and a lone phalanx... And suddenly golden sparks begin to spin in the air, they come together and seem to draw a male figure; a certain power lifts the ashes and again creates the skeleton according to the figure, then the contents of the interior and flesh, after the skin... So the person is being created, and this is me, but already mature, in rich clothes, with hair gathered neatly on the back of the head...
I'm strong, I do not feel pain and fatigue, I'm happy with my power, but my joy does not last long. Glancing at his feet, I see that water approaches them, as it seems to me. But the black substance that comes flooding everything around is not water. That darkness itself, cold, dead, and I realize that this is the worst thing, from what I can not be saved and what not to go through. She rises to my shoulders, then sweeps her head, I desperately close my face with her hands, but I can not resist any more - and breathe in the darkness, realizing with horror that I will die this very hour. But I do not die, only I feel the darkness flowing through my veins, it fills my chest, soaks my whole body, and in an impenetrable icy gloom comes from somewhere almost soundless, but striking me like a thunderclap:
"You should…"
To be continued
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