The book and its reader.
Long ago, there was a mysterious book, which was said to be difficult to read. It was thought to possess great secrets and this of course caught the attention of some readers who believed themselves worthy of the words it contained.
But that book was not for everyone, perhaps its cover was not striking, but its content was unique. In the first chapters, any reader went through those pages with great ease, so these were the most worn.
However, as the reading progressed, the words became difficult to understand. For that reason, many readers who had reached that point stopped reading it, since they had gotten tired, but others more determined continued reading.
In certain chapters you could see the scars that some readers had left on the book, for not having known how to appreciate the precious gift it gave them: knowing its greatest secrets. The pages were badly treated and the ink of the words wasted by time.
Little by little you will realized that the text almost reached the point of being written in code, because that part was a test to know which reader was able to go to the next chapter. Pity for those who gave up in to the riddles, since once those keys were deciphered, you could see that the book revealed one of its truths.
It was easy to get lost in its strange beauty, but not everyone could bear the weight of its content, since you could feel the strong emotions that were hidden behind each sentence. There were some readers who even cried for his words, it was not difficult to realize it, since on some sheets there were spots where the tears had fallen, perhaps from joy, perhaps from sadness, but after all they were tears.
But not everything in that book was dark and mysterious. Only for the best readers, for those who truly read every letter on every page, they deserved to know the joys of it. Although very few readers were able to get to this part and despite the fact that in the beginning there were joyful moments, only after having passed through all the tests, they could know true happiness.
Coming almost to the end of the book, it could be seen that the pages were almost new, due to the delicate treatment that the readers who had been able to reach that point had given it. Those who had understood even the smallest detail knew that this book was a rare and precious treasure.
It was said that the last chapter was the best of all, but no reader has been able to access it yet, not even the best of the best, because that chapter is reserved for a single reader, one who would be able to read such a book unique like him...
And you, dear reader, do you think that last chapter will ever be read?
The end.
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