It's been quite a long time. I don't even remember how much time has it been. I'm afraid that after so much time not posting anything, it becomes common to say ''I don't have the time right now". Right now, right two minutes after, right two days after, there's never time. But there's always ideas, things we wanted to write, things we wanted the world to see (even if it is posted here, and possibly won't really be seen).
Anyway. That's irrelevant I guess. What's relevant today is the fact that someone got the guts. Big time. I'm impressed by your courage. I wonder how much effort has the hero put in this failed attempt to save the princess. It sucks trying to save those who do not want to be saved.
Wish I could say something that would help enduring these days. But I guess sometimes we have to fight our own fights, and I was never an entity that made much presence in that world, therefore, I'm not sure there's much I can do. Just never, ever, give up. If you have a dream, you have to work towards it, as long as you respect the master rule: respect others. If your dream depends on other people, it will probably become way, way harder, but it still can be done. There is one phrase I remember very, very often, I don't dare say for sure who once said this, but most sources point to Samuel Beckett:
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
You have a lot of power over there. I would say, if you remember one story about chains, that you got one called Chains of Cheerfulness. And no matter how much you try, you will be bound to them. Mine are a bit different, but even though you are locked in chains that aren't good, you can still use their powers for something good. But that's just stories.
I was always a good listener, but I mostly remained silent, and I kinda know why, my vision of the world is somewhat distorted, and perhaps my advices aren't very well-rounded.
Well, I'll give you a story instead. I prefer to speak in those ways.
We've always dreamed about fantastic places and macabre series of events. Whether it was a dream or a nightmare, we've been there. Now what you don't know, is that there is one little monster, in all those events. If you try to look around very carefully, you will note that there is always a point of the surroundings that don't seem to fit, even if the dream is already very full of information and it is hard to determine some pattern.
But it's always there. Hidden in these deformities of the reality we dream. These are the little lost ones, each and every one of us has a little monster. They live alone in that dimension, hoping to have someone to talk to, or just some silent company. They cannot cross dimensions. Their only (and that's an underestimating word for it, wait and see) power is to alter reality and read minds. When we sleep, our minds cross to that dimension, and, if they are awake, they see us. In case they aren't awake, you'll just pass through this blank dark screen in the blink of an eye.
Seeing us is a very challenging emotion for them. It is a bizarre mix of joy and fear. They love company, but they are afraid of what will come next. So they try to entertain us. Reading our minds to create stuff out of what they see and combine. Don't take them for crazy stalkers. They don't read for evil purposes, they just try to entertain. As eternity unveils for them, it becomes hard to understand what would really take us to bad places, and why would it. So they just do their trick.
Legends speak about a boy who once managed to pursue the glitch in the dream. He found his unique monster. The monster would not speak in his language, for he is not human, but he would show images that the boy would understand, and reactions to images would be the boy's words.
It's said that the boy would never dream again, for the monster never came again. And the drawings the boy made could show how was his monster, but every monster is a different monster.
When he got older, he created plush toys with the appearance of the monster, and when asked about his dreams, he would say that he never dreamed again. But he was happy. For one got free the day the rules were broken.
But, he always took one day of the year to go to distant places, and look at the starry sky. I don't know, maybe... there was something out there with the stars?
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