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3SummaryChap t er 1: Awak e ning 4Chap t er 2: Sunrise 5C hap t er 3: T r avel to 6Chap t er 4: L a ke 9Ch ap t er 5: 12Ch ap t er 6: 17Ch ap t er 7: The f i r st 22Chap t er 8: The Monster 25Ch ap t er 9: 29Chap t er 10: 32Chap t er 11: 34Chap t er 12: A change of 36Chap t er 13: The shortest way 41Chap t er 14: 46Chap t er 15: 50Chap t er 16: The F i rst 57Chap t er 17: 65Chap t er 18: 66Chap t er 19: 72Chap t er 20: 80Chap t er 21: The other 81Chap t er 22: Doctor 84Chap t er 23: 90Chap t er 24: 93Chap t er 25: Algorith m s for 98Chap t er 26: 101Chap t er 27: 103Chap t er 28: Appeals 107Chap t er 29: 112Chap t er 30: Ev e nt 118Chapt er 31: 123

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1 - Awakening only4Chapter 1: Awakening onlyThe first thing I realized was the sound of the water and such a strong desire that my body animafor one reason: to drink. My eyes were opened to a dark world projected in a hazesurreal silver light. I was lying on my back looking at a sky of twinkling pointsyellow and silver radiance in modulating pulse tiny indeterminate form.I raised my head and looked around. Waves lapped the shore where I was lying. Myclothes were torn and hanging from my body sprinkled with grains of golden sand. The air was hotand salty. My mind awoke to a hazy form of questions. Who am I? Why was I here? Thishappened to get closer to this strange place? A plaintive despair washed over me asno answer came back. I was alone, perhaps in the true sense of the word.I searched my mind for answers, but it was empty. No memory couldbe found. I, myself ... all what the thing held inside the body was completely absent- At least regarding a past or a memory. My head ached to the discovery,sending a shooting pain outward my arms, legs and intestines. It was misery inits rawest form.Nausea came quickly and a feeling of anxiety attacked me. I knew I would die if I donot drank a little water. I heard a voice deep inside me, you have a few minuteslive. A stab of helplessness was removed because I forced my body to scratch and crawlhis way to the edge of the water only five feet away. When I arrived - and I did -I got water in my trembling hands cupped my elbows survive in the sandmoving and drank like an animal. The sand is mixed with water, but Iswallowed anyway.The Sound of lapping water and waves breaking on a distant reef were the only invisiblesounds of this strange world. I could not recognize something familiar. It was as ifI was the only person or creature besides, who was alive. I drank plenty of salted water to tasteinfected, knowing that this was not what my body wanted, but I was not able to bedifficult. I could feel the presence of the door of death as a draft of fresh air in aroom also hot.What is my name? It was the thought that popped into my mind when I drank. Am I delusional and this iswhy I do not remember my own name? I claboussais water on my face, hopingshe wake up the part of me sleeping. My hands in the darkness of the night were forI like foreign objects. Apparently, I was a man. How old, I could not say,but at that moment, I felt old. Very old.It was too much for me to understand. I was marooned on a desert shore, in an unsuitable conditiona terrible beast, let alone a man. I was a man, is not it? That was my last thoughtbefore I lost consciousness.

2 - Sunrise5Chapter 2: SunriseSomething urged me to wake up. It was not thirsty. It was light. A luminancewas transformed my world. A premonitory glow of a sun filled my waking againworld, and my eyes began to focus on the beach where I was lying. I was

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effect alone. Nothing moved except the water that lay before me in an endless expanse, weaving itsphosphorescent and acute indigo sea like a huge tapestry of light perpetualchange.A little further on, there was a small lifeboat which had become a raft. He had aair of knowledge to ruin - a kindred spirit that I shared, no doubt. It seemedas seaworthy as I felt deserving of land. Maybe it was my wayto this place. Thinking back into my head as I struggled to stand up. Iheaded to the boat in an awkward trance and looked inside. There was nothingvalue. No tools. No food. No water. My eyes wandered to a broken oar, aempty plastic bottle and sun-bleached bones of all kinds, I assumed to come fromfish, but I could not say for sure.I passed the boat, spotting something else further down the shore. It lookedin a wooden box, but it also seemed broken and the contents, it was, was probably thepossession of the sea As I reached her letters became visible. They were in alanguage I do not know, but to be fair, I'm not sure I have a language.A helping deaf foot was the best I could muster, but it was enough to roll thebox on its side. My suspicions were correct. She, too, was empty. I dragged to the linetree, thinking that the wood could prove useful. At least it was something which Icould sit while I pondered my fate. I was painfully aware that mynext steps could determine whether I was alive or dead.The sun began to rise. Sunlight filled the beach as I turned mycarefully to understand where I was.Why I was here, who I am, that had happened to me and all the other permutations that clutteredmy mind should expect. I need to know where I was and to examine the environmentsure I could find fresh water, food and shelter, or find another one thatbe like me and that might help.Standing on the edge of the shore, I noticed for the first time I was in a sheltered bay thatwas surrounded by dense vegetation and large trees. Behind the trees, a hill sloperising gradually rose to a high ridge towering about ninetymeters above the bay. I knew immediately that I had to go. It was only fromthis ridge that I would be able to probe my environment and make sound decisions onmy next steps. I was on an island, or a range of uninhabited continent? Perhaps a citythe other side of the ridge. I needed to know.

3 - Travel to peak6Chapter 3: Travel to peakKnowing nothing of my past, with no tools, no map, no trail or even shoes, Iput me to climb the peak. Conquer might be a better term. I need to know whereI was, and it became my obsession, even if it killed me. The fact that I had no name orRemember my life before waking on the beach seemed relatively meaningless. What tookme to undertake this journey in the middle of all my thoughts remain a mystery. I can not, inany due honesty, speak in logical terms that would make sense to any reader.There was a part of me sane course, who pleaded for me to stay on the beach, build ashelter, find food and fresh water and gather my strength, but I needed to acquire

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a new perspective. I needed to look up my situation from the point of view of the ridgehigh.Instead of creating a plan for my trip, I did the opposite. I walked into the vegetationlush surrounding the crescent-shaped bay, as a man with a singularityrarely seen. I had no machete so I had to move cautiously, spawning meway through the dense flora carefully and thinking like a spider in the grass. Iknew that the direction of the ridge, and it became my goal.There was something soothing in a goal. One destination. One goal. Allrest - hunger, thirst, and a thousand questions - inexplicably left my consciousness. They could notnot distract me any longer. Their power was diminished because my whole being was centered on thepeak.I controlled my attention, and the part of me that was attentive was the part that I wasconfidence. Whenever I felt pushed by distraction, fear or doubt, I knew thatwas another source that was smaller, uncertain and weak, and I turned away from this source.The first of my many discoveries along the way to the peak was large leavesfunnel which contained rainwater in their depths. I found them all toby chance. I tripped over some roots and fell to the ground, and as I looked up, Icould see a liquid moving within their translucent skin. I gently rocked aleaves and I tasted fresh water. In a minute each sheet, and I imagine there were more thanthirty within my reach, was emptied of water.My thirst was finally quenched and my health was restored instantly. I noticed that theplant, I called later the plant funnel was abundant on the forest floor. Moreimportantly, however, if the rain was abundant in this place, then a freshwater streamalso seemed likely. My ears became as radar antennas always listening to thegurgling stream or waterfall.After ten minutes deeper into the forest, I noticed that trees withstrange fruit that looked like golden berries, but they were much larger than the berries,Reduce the size of small apples. I picked some and ate one, tentatively, uncertainhis taste, and see if they were good to eat. I was pleasantly surprised. They had the taste ofmixed with honey nectar. I ate with envy, and when I finished, I was adisaster. Juice dripped on my shirt to shreds like streams of liquid sugar, andMy hands and face were saturated with a viscous and sticky material.As I finished my dinner, I had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching me. Lickingmy fingers, I cried softly, "are there out there? "There was no answer, though, to behonest, the sound of my voice startled me more than the absence of a response. I knew it was myvoice. It certainly was a familiar character, but it sounded so strange, even alien,especially in this place.

3 - Travel to peak7Suddenly I realized that I had seen very few insects. Of birds. In fact, the placeseemed particularly sterile animal, which was in sharp contrast with its lushvegetation. However, due to the lack of animal noises, I could not help thinking thatI was monitored. Everything was too quiet.I found several funnel leaves and have washed my face and hands with water that

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provided. Lacking a mirror, I was aware of my body and my condition. Iwas not as old as I felt when I woke up on the beach. My skin was stretched,probably a man that I thought was in his twenties or early thirties, the skin wasdark, almost black, and freshly healed cuts were common imperfectionsmy fingers, hands and forearms.I had no ring on my finger, or distinctive birthmarks or tattoos. I looked inform. Maybe a little bone abdomen, but I dduisais I did not eat much;otherwise, my body was lean and muscular. I felt strong. My energy level grew towardsnew heights and it was good to be satisfied with my thirst and hunger, and to know that there was a way tokeep my life in this place.Continuing my journey, I walked with renewed energy, optimism and agility. Myobjective returned to conquer the peak was inevitably guarded by its verticality. As Icame closer to the base of the ridge, where the ascent became obvious, I began to seebrownish gray rock outcrops. They were interesting formations proportion, sometimesrising into the air six or even nine yards, like arrows of a castle. They looked likesentinels guarding the steep slope leading to the peak.The first I discovered my attention because it reminded me of an abstract sculpture of aman standing in a quiet rest. There were no marks of chisel or evidence that wascreated by human hands, and yet I had the distinct impression that it was created by aintelligence other than nature. Its surface was altered but still rough to the touch. Ideduced it was volcanic and probably the work of an ancient lava flow, but I was alittle uncomfortable because it was so humanoid form.At least a dozen arrows proved to me after I first discovered. IfI walked along the base of the ridge, maybe I could find many more,but I did not want to explore. I wanted to go.For the next two hours, I chose my way through every obstacle -loose stones, tree roots that seemed to mock my newfound agility, cliffswho had only vertical thin cracks for my hands and feet, and large rockssided that tortured my sense of balance and the soles of my feet.As I approached the summit, I had to rest. My previous surge of energy was replacedby total exhaustion. My body glistened with sweat, and my thirst asserted once more their needs. Ihad not seen funnel plants since I began my climb up the ridge.No sound of water, or evidence of any kind that the water was close, despite the tropical foliagelush around me.Sound of falling rocks above me caught my attention and my gut winced ainstinct of fear. I quickly put my feet and looked up, scanning the peak of anymovement or signs of life. Damaged old trees returned my gaze with a surprisedquiet indifference. I watched carefully for a few minutes searching the top of theridge until an animal appears, but nothing has taken a look down on me. It mustbe erosion, have I said.Fear gave me an adrenaline rush, and I returned to my ascent on the side of thepeak. The slope was steeper than leaving to ask me how I find the strength to returnto the beach without water, or shoes. My feet were already sore and tender journey.

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8My only hope was that I found a path to the top of the ridge that makes me get out of thisplace me back to my own nature. This hope was the source of some firmness that I couldmobilize.Nearing the top of the ridge, I began to notice that the wind had increased and noisewaves down was imperceptible. I turned for a moment, I'm leaning against atree and watched the sea was beautiful, incredibly picturesque place, but there wassomething terrifying in it, because I was alone without any memory that coulddetermine the reason for my presence. I only had six meters to the summitthe ridge and I hoisted slowly in order to inspect my new perspective of the other side.At the top, I literally crawled on the last bastion of rocks and grass that hide theview my complete world. I looked expectantly over the ridge. I was on an island.The ocean stretched in all directions to a grayish blue flat horizon. My heart sank. Mybody began to convulse in uncontrollable shaking with anger and remorse. My lonelinessincreased with each spastic breathing, and although I felt tired, my feet werepainful and I was thirsty, it was the loneliness that was my only concern in the first minuteknow where I was.The top of the ridge, I could see the whole island. It was small, perhaps less than twenty-fivekilometers in circumference. It seemed that I would be able to follow the beach all around the island andend my trip in one day. The interior of the island was dense with trees, but I could seesomewhere near the center, where it seemed a small lake remained quiet rest. Sunlightilluminated the island in a misty haze that hung on the inside, so I was a little lake hiddenbut I was convinced that it was a lake, because I could detect the sun's reflection on the waterthrough the fog.I thought that the center of the island, where the lake was half hidden under a misty veil, was aboutfive to seven miles away. The ridge surrounding the lake, although the part of the ridge where Iwas found significantly higher than the other. I suddenly realized that I was on the edgeof an ancient volcano. That's the only explanation. And the lake was, undoubtedly, the runoffthe rain that ran along the inside walls of the volcano. The island was like a funnel plantgiant.While I knew I had to keep my journey, explore the lake and find fresh water, mybody suddenly collapsed from exhaustion and I had to sleep. I bowed to the positionFetal on top of the ridge, my forearm as a pillow, feeling the flow of the windhot over me as these rocks have had to endure for thousands of years. Myeyes were filled with tears, and even a deep terror prepared inside me, I wasso tired that sleep took me, like the wind could take a seed thatridge top and bring it to the sea

4 - The light lake9Chapter 4: The light lakeIt was once again the water woke me up, but this time it was a rain hitting myface with a crushing implacability. The raindrops were large and the rain itself,torrential. I quickly descended the inner wall of the ridge to an outcrop of rocksseemed large enough to provide shelter from the rain.

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As I walked slowly back against the rocks, I felt a current of cold air behind me andI discovered something that I can only describe as a crack in the wallrocky. I struggled to get through the crack, and - like a contortionist - I squirmedinwardly. I could not see into its depths, but I had the uneasy feeling thatthe cave was very large. I stayed at the entrance and watched the rain, relieved to have shelter.Reaching my hands suddenly I drank my cupped hands sips of water from rain and havequenched my thirst. The rain lasted about thirty minutes, then suddenly she disappeared. A fewseconds after the last drops of rain, the sun poured its warmth as if to say that everythingwas forgiven. But I looked through my narrow gate, we could see no rainbow sky. Istruggled to get out of the cave, making a mental note that it may warrant a further explorationpush, but for now, the lake was my new goal.The descent of the inner wall was much easier than the climb I had suffered for aboutmy new world as an island. It was more gentle on the one hand and on the other hand, there wasstreaks forged by the flow of water. I simply followed the trails down, andthe recent rains had turned into a mud-like substance that was infinitelysweet to my feet.In less than an hour, I chose my way through the thick tangle of trees to aclearing surrounding the lake. What is the cause of this clearing? I felt that it was significant -perhaps even ominous. Why the jungle is it suddenly stopped? It was likean extinction perimeter surrounding the lake. Fifteen meters from the lake shore there was nothingthe bare soil. Water should create life? Several streams delivered their fresh water into the lake, and Icould clearly see that the water was as clear as spring water.Also in the jungle, I approached the bank of a river and plunged my hand into the waterrapidly sinking. I inspected the sample held in my hand, saying if I had to drink. Idid not particularly thirsty. I drank my share of leaves filled funnel on my way tothe lake, but my curiosity was intense. I decided to feel it first.Water is odorless. I do not detect any unpleasant smell, but the dead zone surrounding the lakehad a different message, and it was a warning clear and unequivocal. I woreThoroughly water to a small fern place on the jungle floor. It was a delicate plant.Raindrops were aligned with its serrated edges gently. I dropped waterdirectly on the fern and waited. Fern was my innocent fitter - whichguess the clean water.Sitting next to the fern, my new group of islanders, I reasoned, and assumed that thecenter of the island was concentrated toxicity. Maybe when the volcano was active, an elementchemical which is toxic to plants and trees, is out. Or maybe the soil surroundingthe lake is constantly damp as a swamp and the trees and plants are effectively drownedand so they never take root.After a few minutes of rest, I looked down on the fern and saw no change inhis behavior. If the water was toxic, surely she would have had an effect now. I decidedgoing to the lake and test the water there. The clearing surrounding the lake as a crown, and whileI entered the perimeter, where he met the jungle, I noticed that the vegetation was serrated.

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cause sudden deformity of vegetation?As I walked around the perimeter at each point where the jungle met the clearing, there wasbite marks on the leaves. I looked, and even five meters in the trees, Icould see the signs of chewed leaves. I was not alone after all. And whoeverate the vegetation was either great or could climb or fly.I found a large piece of the supposed size of my face, and was looking marksbite. They were made by large teeth, perhaps as big as my fist. Whichate the leaves was not inclined to climb trees or fly. It was too big. My eyeslooking deeper into the clearing, I could see footprints made in the groundindicative of a large body crawling on the ground. No footprints, just footprintscontortions and a few scratches.That's when my mind whispered to turn around and return to the beach, but mybody swayed forward into the clearing like someone possessed and maybe a little deaf inhigher reasoning of my mind.As I moved across the clearing, I pivotais my head so that I feltdizzy when I came closer to the lake shore. An important discovery of my trip wasthe ground beneath my feet was firm. It was not too wet to support vegetation. This wasmy intuition speaking, because I was not a botanist as far as I know. I also noticedthe prints were as channels or grooves and had about six meters in diameter.I thought that they were formed by an animal, the animal would be large enough to meeat in one bite. My knees wobbled to the idea.The thought of continuing to run screaming in my mind, but it was a strange motivation Ifelt. I needed to see the lake. I needed to know what I was facing. I gotadvanced, but my body language screamed "prudence." Maybe channels were simplythat runoff rainwater, I told myself, but my mind rejected therationalization. The bite marks were undeniable, they were certainly not causedby rain. A tooth, the size of my fist, threatening danced in my imagination.Finally, I could look over the embankment along the shore. The water was pristine and colorturquoise gemstones. Her beauty was in strange contrast with the monsters I imaginedprowling beneath its surface. I slid down the embankment, keeping my attention focused squarely on thelake.A soft mist hovering over its surface, and a soft wind broadcast as to hide its mystery.Closer to the shore, but I could see beneath the surface and noticed that the bank bowedabruptly in a deep indigo. It was more a huge hole filled with water, a small lake.On the same edge of the shore there was black sand crystal that sparkled in the soft light.I knelt to touch the water, never taking his eyes off the water below. It seemedhot. I took a little water in my cupped hand and I felt. It was like water in the coursewater, odorless, but it was much warmer to the touch. Then I was struck when Igiven up, I winced when I noticed my reflection in the still water. It was the firstOnce I watched. I was there, a lanky man with brown skin, long black hair welltight in too many loops to count, wide nose and mouth and I arborais clothesa ragged beggar.I tore my shirt disgust disgust of being alone without a memory to keep. I felt such apawn in a different story - a story that I was powerless to scrutinize. My disgust wasso visceral that I even lost my fear. A sudden torrent of anger came into me, and Idid not care if the nature or some monster of the deep was going to crush me, though, to tell the truth,

the feeling only lasted a few seconds because its ephemeral nature was for good reason.

4 - The light lake11From the corner of my eye I saw a movement deep beneath the clear water, maybe ninemeters lower. A huge dark movement. My first thought whispered that it was a whale,but here? The dark shape was terribly huge and moved with methodical supremacyreserved for animals with no predators. I backed slowly back, looking at the shape,uncomfortably aware that my heart was the loudest noise on the island.I looked at her with eyes that could not look away. The dark creature was apowerful magnet to my senses, and just when I thought I had seen it all, another shadow overdeeper than the first, moved below. There were two - maybe more - but this isthen that I realized that I ran into the forest as if I followed my feet.While my body reached the safety of the jungle, in my mind I was still in processimages of these huge animals. Their neck was really long? These luminescent eyes, didI saw light? Have they seen? And they saw me, what would they do?Hidden behind the growth of the jungle, I pushed my head cautiously from behind a tree trunksmooth to see if the creatures had resurfaced, or worse, chasing me. There wasno sign of them. My heart began its slow return to normal. I took a few breathsdeep and then I decided to return to the cave that had protected me from the rain and see if I

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could use as a shelter. She had the obvious advantage of being away from my neighbors behemothsnewly discovered, and I could see both the interior of the island and from the ridge monitorfor ships.The water seemed plentiful, as long as the rain continued, and the food, although I thought thestreams and wondered if the fish could live in them. If this was not the case, I wassure I could find enough fruits and vegetables that are edible. There wassomething about this cave called me, and then the thought of the fire shifted somewhereinside me. How would I find the fire? Again, my mind could askthe question, but it seemed totally hopeless to return a response.It was then that I decided not a particularly good reason to stop askingdistressing issues. They reminded me of one thing: I was in a world thatattention seemed to find me incompetent. I took another resolution. I would never go back tolake. Never.

5 - Caves12Chapter 5: The CavesGiven the position of the sun, I dduisais it was about noon when I arrived at theentrance the cave. It seemed smaller than I remembered and I wondered howI managed to sneak inside, earlier in the day. I considered the possibility that Ieating too much or nectarines on my journey up the inner slopes, but I managed to getforce inside with some effort, noting that, if I decided to make my home, I would needof any tool to expand the entrance - the weight loss was not a solution.

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I decided to give time for my eyes to adjust to the dark, so I sat down with myback towards the only light source flowing from the outside world. Inside the cave waswonderful for two reasons: the darkness was a relief to me, and it was at least tendegrees cooler, even a few meters from the entrance.As my eyes began to adjust, objects emerged. A large wall was the first thing tofocus. It was about nine feet away and seemed to have a curvature disappearedinto the darkness of the cave. In an attempt not to impose on anyone,I shouted, "There he is somebody? "I remembered that I had seen evidence of monsters inlake and find a monster in a dark and menacing cave was plausible. It seemed to meas it was polite because this place, unlike the lake was closed as a house, butthere was another reason, scientific one: I used my voice to probe the size of the cave.I listened with all my conscience gathered inside me and I was convinced that there wasno monsters, because it was only one absolute silence to my question. I was less confident aboutthe size of the cave, but instinctively I felt that the cave was great. It seemed verylarge. My voice echoed for several seconds, and I felt a downward path. Ishouted again, listening to my voice as if it were a radar signal. I felt the wallcurve had an opening, because my voice did not seem to reflect to me when I cried onmy right. To my left and center, my voice was returned quickly. I decided to follow myway to the right.I was only about six meters from the entrance when my leg found something beyondthe wall. I winced a bit because my shin hit the edge of an unyielding obstacle, and my handsimmediately began to look like a blind man trying to make the invisible visiblewith research fingertips.My hands recognized the object as a large rock about one meter in diameterblocking my way. On top of the stone, I found something unexpected: a smallbox. My skin prickled at the discovery, and my body is flooded with a mysterious hope. I wasnot alone. Someone else - human no less - was in the same space. The only question waswhen?It was a small box, but it was undeniably human. She was made of cardboard and when Ihave shaken something rattling inside. I accidentally pushed one endand it opened. There were matches! I could feel the slight smell of sulfur. My handblurred to make a hit and the side of the box. My hands were shakingexcitement, and I paused to calm myself with a few deep breaths. I knocked thefirst match, and it broke in two. Disappointment escaped with a long sigh. I left aanother match, knowing the rarity of each. I hit against the side of the box with delicacy.Too gently that I remember.Finding the angle, speed and appropriate pressure, she turned to the second strike, and the cavitythe cave suddenly jumped into a life golden ocher and rich brown. The first thing Irecognized was the extent of the cavity. It disappeared beyond the scope of the lightthe match. A corridor led down, but he writhed in an impenetrable darkness

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great care in their creation, and I felt like entering an ancient art gallery.The match went out, burning my fingers, and I screamed in pain. I needed a lamp orcandle, I exclaimed: one in particular. The next thing I heard made me more scared than Icould imagine. A voice. This is undeniably a voice somewhat muffled, a slight echoput his voice a little shaky in my ears, yet she found my ears, she sent atorrent panic throughout my body.I knelt instinctively swivel my head to and fro, as if a monster could piercethe dark inside and devour me. Creatures prowling the lake may have left a strongimpression on me, but I felt such a deep fear at the sound of that voice contentI was numb. It was as if my whole world was suddenly turned upside down and all formsNormality was expelled. I did my best to remove the sound of my body and bringmy minds in the cold darkness.Someone here is a good thing, is not it? I reasoned that the other person couldhelp me, but at the same time, a more lucid thought convinced me that anyone livingin this cave in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch darkness, would not a person Iwould like to meet. It was not normal, there was no doubt about it.I started slowly my way back to the entrance, making as little noise as possible,my hands touching the ground in the dark wet stone. I listened with all my strength, but the sound of mybeating heart and breath of panic were all I could hear. It was then that I realizedI had dropped the matchbox. A single word escaped my mouth, "Dammit! "It was said quietly but with great intensity. Then I heard it again. Voice."Come to me," she said in a tone of command. She was feminine, but very strong. It was aremote visibility and echoed around the cave with a persistent power. Two choicesarose with clarity: running out of the cave as fast as my legs carry me or talk tothat voice and investigate what was its source. Called it, and a part of me started tosound of my voice."Where are you? Who are you? "I succeeded to croak. My unfamiliar and fragile voice floatedthrough the darkness like a disembodied spirit in search of a mate."Listen carefully to the sound that I let you, follow him and find me. Find me andyou know who I am. "The voice began to sing a song that I could only describeas exceptional. I had no memory of music or design melody, but thissong calmed me. Is that something that is threatening sing this way? I gotup slowly, fascinated by music, and I lined my way to the plaintive voice.The walls of the cavern was shaped maze, curving in one way and then the other.I beat my way in the dark ink for maybe two minutes, following the singing voiceas if I was in a trance. My hands gripped the corridor walls, feeling like a rat in amaze aimlessly, and at every step, I felt my memory sculpted by an insidious black fog. Itthere would be no way to retrace my steps. Then I felt the hallway begin a descentsteep. As I committed myself down the passage, I felt a very faint light floatingfrom below. As soon as I noticed the light, the song suddenly stopped! I was alarmed by thesudden silence, but because I felt light below, I gathered my courage and Icontinued track.I felt I was going nowhere as I followed a downward spiral, but after a few lapsI arrived at an impasse. My hands have sought a way around that could be describedas a luminescent wall blocking my way. The light came from a strange way,

5 - Caves14as if I could see photon pulses as they jumped from the wall in the cold insidedamp and dark as the lights miniature fireworks.Even in the midst of that light I could barely see my hand in front of me. Myfear

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was that I had imagined the voice I had created quite possibly the whole experience. Yes, it must beThis, I thought, I'm hallucinating. Surely no reality could be like that, and if we can say,What have I done to deserve this madness?Clarity over me: I was lost, and there was nowhere to go. In the darkness, I wasunable to find my way. Without light, I was like an object that has been lost and forgotten andonly light - if you could call it that - was at a level so low that it was contemptuous megiving no comfort and certainly not an overview of my environment. I was at the end of my lifewhere few photons ogled me, and silence swallowed every sound of my body in aabsolute and voracious contempt."You told me to follow you,", "and so I followed you I implored, but there's nowhereto go. Where are you? "I listened for an answer. Silence. Perfect silence enveloped me like a thick fog. II'm leaning against the wall with my shoulder wondering if I could move, but it wasrock solid, although I can not explain how the light came. I gotrecalled: hallucination. Madness. I wanted to swear his lungs in a foreign language. I wantedcurse God, man and all the others and emphasize the absurdity of what they had put me on myfirst day to be ... who I was. But I do not know foreign languages, and I was verycertain that efforts to curse God and all kinds of creation were a waste ofmy energy and little time I had left.I slipped on the floor, wondering if I could find my way out. Discouragement wasgood way to describe my state of mind. Anger would be another. If I had voted, Iam quite certain that disgust would have won on all synonyms corresponding to mysorry existence at that time. I probably had to have cried then, but myexhaustion was so complete that I had neither the energy nor the inclination.It was not quite the sense of abandonment, although that part of it. It was more a feelingI should give up the situation. Let it have its way. Do not try to argue my wholeown will or interests in the outcome. I just closed my eyes and listened to my breath,that was the only sound in the depths of the cave.Oddly enough, I did it for a minute or two, and I began to feel better. Withoutparticular reason, I had a weak sense of hope, a sense that I could find my way outof the cave, or at least I had to try. All that was the cause of my hallucination, notnot necessarily that I was unable to restore my not meant.I stood up, I looked once more the bright wall inexplicable light and then II said: the light passing through it, the wall was not from her. There was imperceptiblytiny little holes in the wall, and these holes to allow light to pass. For my parttotal darkness, even a handful of photons cast some light. I needed a toolto enlarge the holes. If there are holes, the wall could not be thick or solid.Of course, the reality of having no tool in an all-black cave require very little time to makeme feel even in my state of crazy, but I remembered to have stumbled upon a few boulderswhile I was walking down the road, and maybe with one of those, I could shape my

way through that wall. It was worth a try.Looking for a big rock ending to my discovery of a new word. I was notshoes, and when I smashed my toe against a large stone, a word that came out of my mouth,for me, seemed to be a curse brewed from powerful venom. I do not remember even

5 - Caves15now, but he escaped from my mouth and in doing so, he freed every alienation,every thought of anger and every ounce of energy, but this is particularly confusing, thisanger drew laughter. I actually laughed at the absurdity of my situation - laughing as I jumpedon one foot, while my other foot throbbed with pain.I took this photo into total darkness, my laughter, rolling through the cave like a drunken bull,pitching against the walls that provided no comfort. Curiously, I was an echo of laughterwho only wanted a place to rest and it was a reminder of who I was and why I was on thislost. island Armed with my ax rough stone I was preparing to pummel against a wall in thebowels of a dark cave. For this discovery, my laughter came to an abrupt halt and somebecause I suddenly felt embarrassed by my riotous behavior.As I found the hole wall, I started looking where the largest amount oflight escaping. It was not easy to find, as the holes were small and the amount of lightbandwidth so low that I could barely make my where to start hammering. It was not quitearbitrary, but after a brief discussion, I decided it would be best to start typing withoutstop and see what would happen. And so I did just that. I typed constantly.When I started, the rock in my hand was the size of a coconut, and after twominutes to bang against the wall, it was reduced to the size of a large orange, but the wall,too, showing signs of wear. As I brushed the wall with my hands, small pieces of debrisfell on the ground and the holes were bigger and a little brighter light. The holeswere too small to make anything on the other side, but I was making progress and myAttention was holding a strange sense of excitement that I could find on the other side of thisobstacle.After another five minutes of knocking against the wall, my arm and hand began to feelpain percussion with each new wave of my hammer man caves. Such asI rested for wiping the rubble, I knelt to look through an openinghad expanded to the size of a small pebble. I put my eye as close to the hole as I could andlooked through it, eager to see the other side.The source of the light was not very clear, but I could see something to rush into the holewhich I considered to block my view. I recoiled in fear. I was not allowed towatch. I felt. Something was trying to block my view. It was intelligent andresolutely voluntary, of that I was sure.I stood up, my heart beating at a time of fear and exhaustion and I decided not to give inmy fear and fatigue. My anger swelled as I hit the hole with my hammerfortune again and again. I was irritated by something that was trying to push me in a cavedark where my survival was subject to serious doubts. I found myself soon as a manowned and driven by a power that does not belong to him. I stepped aside, notseeking to connect more dots or understand my situation, not looking for objects of blame,not feeling more trapped or despised by God, for a simple and calm serenity in part

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peaceful to me was surrounded by a monster whose power and strength - even in my short lifeas me - I was totally surprised to experience.I noticed something was wet but it was after an unknown amount of time. Therock was slippery in my hand. I winced in pain as I realized that my hand was bleeding.The hole was bigger, but my focus now fell on my hand painful. I slippedback against the hallway and wanted to now have kept my shirt, so I have a wayto lick my hand. I finally lost? The issue persisted longer than I wanted. Ifought achieve the strength I had left, but the only way my body responded wasto cry. I let myself cry in some strange withdrawals that we can takeonly when they know that a complete isolation came upon them.

5 - Caves16The feeling of loneliness was so so awesome that I felt such a small sheet passingthrough curved claws of a river in flood. I think I cried in anguish of my conditiondespicable, blaming unnamed force that I could only label Injustice. I wascrazy man with no memory beyond a few hours of time, which unwisely - worthy of amadman - was placed into a black hole with a small spot of light that mocked him.My eyes were tearful when I could barely see the wall, but I gave it a kick withmy leg anyway. It was a terribly powerful blow up quivering in my body,but I've heard some rubble fall. I lay on my back on the cold and rocky groundand positioned myself so I could give a kick against the wall with both legs. Myhand was a bloody mess, but my feet were fine. I delivered another kickpowerful, but this time with both legs. More rubble fell, and I could feel thelight scattering by the bias.

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6 - Zenith17Chapter 6: ZenithMy vision was blurred with tears, but I was sure the wall was more of a hindrance to me.In blinking, trying desperately to adapt to the new light, I looked insideand saw an amazing sight. There, standing with his back to me, there was a woman ofgreat beauty and form. Even though she was wearing tattered clothes like me, it was clean,quiet and completely at peace with his surroundings. She seemed indifferent to myintrusion.I could only say excuses slurred, my voice cracked from the stress of my recenteffort. "I'm terribly sorry to have broken the wall, but you see ... I was lost and I hadno other way to find a way out ... and I saw the light. Forgive me please. "The woman turned to face me while I was finishing my last words and looked intoeyes with a perfect balance. "Your apology is unnecessary since it was I who called you. ""Why ... why did you call me? "I stuttered."To meet, of course, and converse on topics of importance. "His eyes narrowedas she spoke. "You're able to express yourself on subjects of importance, is thatnot? "

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I was petrified. I stood in the hallway outside, looking through the broken wall a room that washuge in comparison. It was lit with dozens of candles strategically placed toto ensure that every crevice of the great room is bathed in light, however small.In the center of the room was a circular stone table where twenty people could sitcomfortably, but there were only two chairs. Of intricate carvings that I could notdiscern were on the surface of the table, but they were like creatures that arecould do with some surreal fantasy or intense dream. The table dominated the room andseemed to be a kind of black marble, perhaps even obsidian, and was polished like a mirrorfaithfully reflecting the stalactites that hung over it.The room had a height of at least nine meters and a circumference that I thought was at leastthirty yards, even that was not really circular, more oval outline, Isay, but it was just a guess because I was especially charmed by the woman who stood beforeI only nine meters away."Who are you? By what name are you known? "I heard myself ask."You can come if you want," she said. "My name, although it is important for your kindhave such things, is not important for me, so I have no choice. You canrefer to me as Zenith, if you have a name for me. ""As for who I am, it will be part of what we discuss, because I have no way ofcommunicate in a simple sentence or two. This will require more than a question and a shortlistening period. "She paused, looking at me from the inside, with its delicate arms andsculpted hands moved like ballerinas.Crossing the remaining rubble of the wall, I entered. I threw a glance around the roomhalf expecting to see other people, but she was alone."You're hurt," she observed quietly. "Did it hurt? "I shook my head in a reflex of trance. "No. "

6 - Zenith18To be honest, from the moment I started to kick in the wall, my handbleeding did not deserve a thought, but when she asked the question, my handbegan to throb relentlessly."Let me see. Come here, "she instructed. His voice was soft and melodious with noounce of stress in my presence. It was nothing short of amazing, like a goddess, and I wasa nearly naked, bleeding, despair oozed from every pore of my body. It is I whobroke into his house, and yet it was cozy, inviting me to enter. Somethingwas strange, but I remembered that what I had seen since I woke up on the island wasweird, and I reasoned that without memory to tell me otherwise, maybe all these eventsbizarre were normal."Where are you from? , "She asked."I ... I do not know, "I replied, knowing that when I said those words they soundeddisrespectful. "I have no recollection. I woke up on a beach last night, I climbed

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my way up a high ridge and I ended up in this cave. Really, I do not know where I come from, orhow I got here. It's very, very strange. "I looked down on the floor and I noticed for the first time that the bathroom floor was done inthe same material as the table. This is a beautiful black ground, polished like a mirror with carvings

animals and various creatures, I had no memory of them, some of them seemedformidable, others quite mild."Are you familiar with spiders? , "She asked.I thought the question was of fun. "Yes, I know such things. My memory is not partfor things that are personal. ""Do you remember others? ""No. ""I see," she said, mostly to herself."Let me look at your hand," she said, motioning me to come closer.I dutifully forward a few feet from her, watching her face all the time. His eyeswere not fully open at half mast I would say, as if she was in this world anda dream at the same time. Her skin is ivory, not quite white and his hair wasslightly darker in tone, almost cream color. It was delicate in appearance,but I felt a deep strength in his presence. The absolute beauty startled me for a reasonany. Perhaps, like me, she did not belong here. Surely, a person ofrefined magnificence should not be hidden on a desolate island inside a cavedeep.As she reached out to examine my right hand, I looked at his arm. They hadsubtle tattoos same creatures that seemed to float on the floor and table. My curiosity boils."What are these creatures that adorn your arms, soil ... and ... the table? ""There is more to say than I have time for now," she sighed softly. "Do not movefor a moment. "Zenith, although it seems strange to call it by that name, a subject on which I will return later,took what seemed to be a part of his arm as if she pinched herself, then waved-over my hand, leaving everything she had acquired his forearm on my hand. My handinstantly felt better. I stepped back in amazement.

6 - Zenith19"How did you do that? "She smiled, looking away from my eyes uncontrollably. "I can answer that questionvarious levels. "His voice trailed off in an attractive manner."Maybe explain in the simplest," I suggested, trying my best to be humble,and I really was. It was hard to have an ego when you do not know your name."I understand that you have many, many questions, but the questions will have to waitfor now. This is my home, and you are my guest. As my guest, you must firstanswer my questions before I answer yours. "I shrugged my shoulders slightly, wondering silently what answers I couldpossibly provide that would be satisfactory or even interesting. I was pleased to behis presence, after all, she had healed my hand, so I felt indebted and I was too happyto respect his wishes, whatever they may be."What would you know? "I asked.She glanced at me with an expression of negation and began to leave. "More questions... let us sit down, I'll make the tea. Are you hungry? "It was not that the word "hunger" found its way to my ears that my stomach announced

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with a sharp pinch. "Yes, very. ""Follow me then, and I will give you the food. "For a moment I stood motionless, fascinated by her beauty as she walked away from me. I agreeglad that he had no recollection of a human body other than my own image - one thatI saw in the reflection of the lake, my comparisons were small, not to say more, but the beautyas an archetype requires no comparison, and it was, for lack of a betterdescription, the archetype of beauty in human form.She spent a door at the end of the room and disappeared. Upon completion of his absence, Iawakened my hypnotized state and have quickly followed. The next room, if I can call it that, waseven greater than the first, and to my surprise, it contained a round pool of waterseemed so friendly that I almost dive without thinking or inhibition."Sure. You can go, "she said. "You'll feel better after, and while yourefresh you, I will prepare the food and tea. "She nodded at me as ifit was set, then turned and walked further into the room.I went to the water's edge and looked down. It was profound. Bottomless. The color wasdeep blue-violet, the kind you can see in the twilight sky when the stars arerequired to share their first light. I hit the water carefully, not knowing whatexpect. It was cool and refreshing. I can not explain, certainly not my ownsatisfaction, but despite my fear of these monsters I had seen in the lake earlier, I plungedin and suddenly my whole being rejoiced. This was the experience of ecstasy when allold layers peel off, as if the time of their release was ordered by an invisibledivine hand which you have no conscious control. I took a deep breath andI felt a reset each mechanism, each mechanical aspect and not the appearancemechanics myself. I felt good. It was good.Zenith seemed preoccupied with the preparation of the food when I went back to resumemy breath, so I plunged deeper with my eyes open, trying to see if there wasanything under water. I do not know how long I could hold my breath, orhow long it would take for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but as myears began to feel the pressure, I turned in all directions to see what I

6 - Zenith20could. The water was dark. When I looked up, I could see the hole diving and glowcandles sparkling in the room above. I felt that I was twelve feet below the surface, andthat's when I noticed the dark outline corridors submarines that were connected in the holedive in which I was.The water is crystal clear and slightly salty. I have not seen a single fish or creature, and Iwas happy about it. I just wanted to feel weightless in the clarity of pure water, althoughfor one minute only. Then I felt something touch my leg. This is a key subtle, but itwas no real doubt. My whole body lurched up all his strength, adrenaline was againpumped through my body as if it were in unlimited quantities. I looked down to seeif something was chasing me, but all I could see wasdark.I have not looked down again. All my mental bandwidth calculated how Icould jump out of the water in one fluid motion when I reached the top. I was

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almost out of breath when I powered out of the water and onto the ledge of rock surroundingopening. I gasped and looked at the water once more of my safe perch, looking allmotion monsters that I had seen from the lake."Did you find something? "Zenith asked with a puzzled look.She was standing right behind me. In my haste to see if something was chasing me, I hadunnoticed. "I saw nothing, but I felt something. "I could feel my heart poundingin my chest, exactly where she looked. I figured she was probably wondering ifI was in the middle of a heart attack."I'm fine. Just a little scared and out of breath, "I explained.Zenith nodded to a box behind me. "There is a towel inside you canuse to dry. It will help you stay warm. If you want to dry clothes, youfind there, but they may be ill-suited or not to your taste. ""Thanks," I replied.I knew that if I opened the box and found clothes that were less attractive than Iwore, it would be an insult to my host, so I hesitated for a few seconds. I also knewhis wardrobe, as I had seen so far was quite, well, say "inshreds "to describe well.The box was made of wood and smelled of cedar. I took that as a good sign. Inside, itThere was a clean, soft white towel, another good sign. Under the towel, there was a pairof folded pants and a shirt that was worn but still usable. I felt somewhatrewarded. "Thank you for these," I said as I started to use the towel todry my upper body.She smiled and nodded. "I leave you alone so that you can change yourself. "She had already turned to walk away, then stopped and held out his arm. "I have a little food andof the prepared beverage. When you're ready, follow the path to the door and enter. This is wherewe eat. ""We? ""You and me, of course. ""You're the only one living here? "I asked.

6 - Zenith21"I think we had this conversation," she said. "This about the issues andcan ask ... "She locked her eyes on me. "Be patient. There is no hurry to find out more about me.I'm not the one with amnesia. "There was a faint smile crossed his face, and I took his reprimand in the kindness inwhich she provided.

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7 - The first dinner22Chapter 7: The first dinnerI entered what appeared to be the dining room of this strange collection ofcaves

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underground. More candles golden brown flecked the walls of the dining room offering a lightpleasant. There were no drafts that I could detect and candle flameswore this fact because their light rarely wavered.Zenith waiting at a table overlooking the largest cave I had seen upthis. The table was set on a ledge overlooking rows of what I could onlypresumably be plants of a particular kind. I almost ask a question about what theywere, but I thought it was better that I look at my host.The table was set with a simple plate and mugs strange aspect that were filled with aaromatic tea. The smell was wonderful. Not being an herbalist, I could not tell whatkind of herb tea made up, but I could barely restrain myself from another question aboutthe origin of tea. My plate was filled with a kind of plant that I had never seenbefore, they were brownish leaves, which were translucent red-tinged their perimeterextreme. They looked a bit like a big fish fins."They are grown here," she said, nodding toward the plants below. "They dofound only on this island. "I sat down and was looking for a fork or a utensil to eat with. There was nothing."Try the tea, I think you'll like it. "I immediately sipped tea and smiled to his liking. It was a bit warm, soft and with great taste andpleasant. There was also a sense of calm that spread throughout my body the moment Ihave swallowed it. "It's very good, thank you. "She smiled, pleased that I liked. "Tell me about your first experience when you arehappened. ""There is not too much to say, really," I began. "I woke up on a beach,thirsty, crazy I guess. I had no idea how I got there, but I knewI had to fetch water or I would die. I dragged my body into the sea and I drank what I could andThen I lost consciousness again. ""Was it day or night? "The question seemed a little strange. "It was night. ""Do you have any memories of your trip to the shore of the island ... "She paused and thenquickly added, "when you became aware of the first time? "I thought for a moment, digging my brain to see if any memories resurface,but none came. I shook my head and took another sip of tea."Go ahead and eat," suddenly announced Zenith, as if its host functions weremomentarily lost in conversation and a sudden grasp the guilt.I noticed that she only had tea. With no fork, I was not sure if Ijust had to grab leaves and stuff in my mouth. I hesitated a moment and lookedaround to see if there was a range in the vicinity."What are you looking for? , "She asked.

7 - The first dinner23"A fork, if you have one. ""Ah," she said in a tone of surprise, "I have no food utensils, I do not eat. IfPlease, you can use your hands, is not it? "Again, I began to formulate a question and got back. "Yes, that's fine, aslong

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I did not offend you. ""You will not offend me, do not worry. "I took a piece of trim and dimensionnai a bit and then folded it into a form thatshould in my mouth without much trouble. The texture was quite chewy and taste ...there was none. It had absolutely no taste. At first I thought it would take sometime for the flavor shows as a subtle spice that is approaching stealthily from you,but this, this had no taste, taste or aftertaste.However, while I swallowed my first bite, which had required a significant portion ofI would add chewing, she began to taste good to my body. I had no idea of itsvalue in my mouth, but my body as a whole, has tasted, and he liked what he receivedin my mouth. I devoured the rest of the leaves with great ardor. Under the leaves, there was acomplex root, probably after the plant that I had just eaten. It was there in myplate as if it were the bones of what I had just consumed."The roots are particularly powerful," she explained. "They tone the entire bodyand spirit. Maybe they will help you remember who you are. "I looked at the root, my appetite completely satisfied. She was a pale white color withtiny roses around her ribs, and she was unattractive to me regarding theappearance. However, my host was more than civil to me in all respects, and I was intrigued byhis statement.I took it in my hand and I turned around, examining it carefully. She had no way ofclaim, a beautiful art form. She seemed soft, almost gelatinous in texture. Inoticed that she was much more difficult than it produced leaves. I divided into twowith my hands and I noticed a silvery substance oozing out of it on the plate.I took a look at the zenith to see if she wanted to comment on the substance, butShe only nodded as to encourage me to eat it. I put half of the rootin my mouth and immediately I felt a sensation that could only be described ashappiness, and yet it was not happiness, it was all the feelings, all the states of mind, it waseverything. One million images swept through my mind in such a rapid succession that Icould understand them. They were like a wave of the ocean trying to get into a smallbottle."Do you believe in redemption? "I heard my voice ask. It was a distant voice, I wasin at least two worlds. It was as if my soul was awakened within two bodiesare separated by so vast that time does not exist in any relevant form old space.I was an echo of something that was so big, so powerful that I felt like a graindust transported by wind has formed universe."I believe in redemption," she said. "Why do you ask? "I heard his voice, but I was not sure who the voice was. I felt my vision blurred as thetears of sadness or joy, I could not speak. I was in some sacred intoxication that Iheld in a gentle embrace. But I knew I was not held as a prisoner,but as a coveted thing. I was critical, perhaps even essential.

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that only look away and find my humanity."Why are you interested in redemption? , "She asked."I do not know. '" I shook my head slowly, "I was stunned. ""Would you eat the other half? "I looked at the root and saw that she had faded and she was now soaked in the substancesticky silver that sank off of it. "No," I said, shaking my head more vigorously."I think it's enough food for today. "

8 - The Lake Monster25Chapter 8: The Lake Monster"Tell me what you've experienced," she said.I told him everything I could put into words, stumbling and stammering, probablylike crazy. In any case, she seemed to understand and was actually very casual all this,as if it occurred only rarely in the world."Would you like to try another approach to find your memories? , "She asked."I did not know that was what we were trying to do," I replied with a shadeindignation in my answer. It was suddenly clear to me that it was not soinclined to feed me, but was rather a program quite different in mind: my firememories. Not something I was indifferent, mind you, but I wish to know theprogram in advance."Maybe people without identities have an ego," she offered with a smile.I watched it for the first time without any hope or imaginary impression it would save me,heal me, take me under his wing so to speak, but as someone who was a puremystery. I should not make any assumptions about this person, I told myself. She reads minds.It

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knows much more than she portrays in his words, and it was clear she wanted to have power overour interaction."What method do you have in mind? "I managed to ask with some neutrality."I'll show you," she said, and with that, she put her hands on mine and squeezed. "Closeyour eyes and relax to the sound of my voice. "There was, at that moment, deep inside me, an instinct to flee from it, enter acandle and return to the path by which I had arrived. With the light I was pretty sure Icould find my way, but so what? After seeing her beauty, I'd be forever haunted bythe fact that I escaped without trusting him. In addition, his touch was magnetic. My instinctleak quickly disappeared as I listened to his voice and as a devoted child, I followed hisinstructions.Within seconds, I saw a clear image. It was like a lucid dream, manifesting thenI looked deeper contours and suddenly all the details are in place. I wasstanding on the shore of a huge lake, a frozen lake. The ice was clear and seemed solid, perhapstwo feet thick. It was night, and the sky was opaque, run by a fog that filteredthe moonlight, casting a silvery glow and indistinct on the landscape.At first I did not see, but a bright spark seemed to attract my attention in the middle of the lake."We can go there, if you wish," she said.It was Zenith, and I realized I was not alone. His presence eclipsed the landscape otherwiseintimidating.

"Take my hand," she suggested.Both, hand in hand, we moved across the lake. It was getting cold, I thought, butI was comfortable in the heavy hooded robe that I wore. Zenith, too, had a similar dressbut unlike me, she kept her hood down.The place was completely immobile. I felt that there was no animal or otherperson anywhere. We were alone.

8 - The Lake Monster26"What? "I asked excitedly, pointing the light source shining on the lakefrozen."These are your grouped together in the form of light memories. It is the knowledge thatinvent your being, your humanity. ""If these are my memories, how do I get them back? ""You have to touch them. You must accept. You must find a way to keep them in yourarms and absorb into your body. "At every step we did, I walked more surely, but as we were in sixty metersthe source of light, I could see it floating above the lake and below the water was free. Ibegan to feel a wave of heat from her subtle."The heat melts the ice," I observed. "How will I get there? The water must be verycolder. ""It is not the temperature of the water you have to worry," she said, pointingunder the ice.The glow of light was my goal, as we walked along the lake covered with ice, butNow, with the words of the zenith, I began to look more closely at the ice, or moreSpecifically, what was underneath.The first thing that worried me was the sound of cracking ice. It was a good distance,but it was still more than noise. It was a vibration. Something bumped against the icecausing it to crack, and because I looked around me to see what might cause it, and Isaw nothing, I had to assume that it was below us. Something under the ice crackeddeliberately."If you know what happens ... which makes it ... then say so. Please do not keep secretsMe. ""This will happen quickly," she said, her voice trembling with a sudden percussion on thefield ice under our feet. A large crack formed only six meters from our position, and when Ilooked at her, I saw a dark shape slipping under the ice. She had at least eighteen meters long, Its form, amorphous, but scary because of its enormous size."What do we do? "I managed to scream."We are here for a reason: your memories. Go get them! , "She cried, pointing to the tagFloating light.It was at that moment that the monster pushed against the ice so close to where we werehuddled I fell. I could feel the water break up the ice, and my breath was seized byits absolute coldness. I looked directly below, and I could see the monster plungeddeeply so he could soar to the surface and claim his food ourselves."Come with me! "I cried. I grabbed the hand of the zenith and ran the ice as fast as

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allowed. I knew that the monster push against the ice again, and if we stayed insame place, we will certainly perish. Dream or no dream, I could not afford tobecome food for such a terrible monster.As we came within nine meters of light, I came to a sudden stop. One,Lake Monster had not resurfaced. A he disappeared? And two, the water surrounding my memories - thebeacon of light - itself was surrounded by thinner ice. I could tell that the ice was

8 - The Lake Monster27chipped and broken, and it would not support our weight, especially with the evil monsterbumping."How to get there? "I said, almost out of breath."What do you do when you see a monster? , "She asked."Run! ""No," she shook her head. "You expose it to light. ""Well, there is plenty of light," I pointed my memories. "You mean that the monsterdo not come here because of the light? "Zenith nodded.I looked around and my ears tuned to see if I could hear creaking noises.Everything was calm and quiet, as when we arrived."But how can I access it? There is no boat. The ice will break, I will fall in, andI either drown or die of hypothermia or I-""You will perish points," she corrected. "You're in a dream world you control.You are the author. The puppeteer. Be inventive and be convincing. ""And how do I persuade the light to come to me ... here ... now? "She approached me and lowered my hood, looking into my eyes would look like a queendeep inside a man to assess his character for a knighthood. "Youwill. ""I'll do? "I tried not to sound too skeptical, but the words came out so quicklyI'm afraid I have failed in my intention.She simply nodded, as if that was enough to answer for all those who havesufficient cerebral mass. Uh, maybe I had found the source of my madness. I was not sucha intelligent person. After all, I had no memory of myself. Perhaps, in my stupiditycantankerous, I left my memory somewhere. Whatever the cause of my problem, surelylack of cerebral mass explained much thereof."Think," she commanded, "what memories will give you what you are missing today? ""Context," I say. "I know why I'm here - well, not here, but on the island and knowing thatI am, once I know that, I understand why I'm here. Background! ""This is not an island," she said. "What you see, my dear? "I looked at zenith, but his face had suddenly changed, black hair framed her faceporcelain extensive jewelry around his neck, his eyes were dark brown. I pivotais my headbetween it and the light shining, stammering in disbelief. "The island, where we met ...where ... I ate the food ... the food you have given me, ""My dear Solomon, have you lost your mind? "I looked at her, looking for any sign that she was lying, but all I could feel was

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authenticity. I had a sinking feeling. My knees started to buckle, and I felt athump - more cracking ice. I honestly do not care at this point ifmonster came and swallowed me whole. Something had caught me. Something had ripped methe reality in which I assumed that I lived. I was not a puppeteer. I was a

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9 - A question29Chapter 9: A questionWhen I regained consciousness, the face of Zenith was the first thing I saw. She movedabove me, and I was on the floor next to the table. I tried to speak, but in vain. She offeredme tea and helped me to sit straight, which I did with some effort. My body ached,my head ached, everything was sore and in bad shape. I was in such a state of confusion that Iwas not sure if I was back inside a dream, or I'd just leave it.I sipped tea, hoping to find relief, but have only managed to drop dropdrop on my chin and shirt. The small amount that has managed to get into my mouth wasunsatisfactory. I closed my eyes as the room became a swirling mass of atoms, and II'm suddenly felt caught in the rotation as if I were an electron slow movement of myreality. The next thing I knew was that I vomited on the floor, as if my body hadneed to expel the experience he had received and this, as unpleasant as it was, was hishow to do it.I felt like a child, a silly and sick child. "Forgive me," I managed to say."Try to take some deep breaths," she offered, ignoring my apology."Slowly ... slowly. ""What just happened to me? ""You had another dimension. ""I am well aware that I'm about to ask you questions that you can notnot respond, "I told him," but I have to ask, so please answer me. ""I'll answer a question if you walk with me. "I nodded in agreement and started up very slowly. I held the back of my chair for the

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support, unsure if I would be able to walk, but the dizziness seemed to calm down, and I was more orless stable, at least, I was right on my feet.Zenith took my hand and put my arm under his arm. "Are you ready? ""I'm ready to ask my question. ""So walk. "His tone denoted a challenge, and I took a step and then another, as if I was learning to usemy legs. I can not explain what had come over me, but I literally thoughtmy body was not my body.She took me down a few steps to the plants below and to the far side of the great

cave to a new room. The room was small with rounded walls and no furniture.It was only a waiting room and a connecting piece, because beyond this there was alargest cave, though it was mostly dark: a small candle provided a bit of light."Try to walk yourself," she said, unlocking my arm from his. "I think youfeel your legs under you. I have something I want to show you, and then you canask your question. Follow me. "I mumbled in agreement and stabilisais me against the wall with one arm. She walked into the roomdark and I saw almost disappearing in the dark, but my eyes adjusted to the lightlow, so I could follow his dark presence.

9 - A question30I wondered what she could show me in the dark, when as soon as the idea surfaced,a light appeared. She flipped any switch, and a light broke over thecave like a flash. It was close to hitting me, but I could not detect any heat,much to my surprise, I had no fear of his sudden appearance."What? "I asked."Is that your question, because I had proposed one? "I shook my head, not wanting to answer his specific question."I'm feeling generous," she said after a long pause, "so I'll tell you whensame. This is a technology that heals imbalances within the electromagnetic field of a beinghuman. These imbalances are densities that affect the energy field that you structurea subtle level - too subtle for your eyes to see. You do not know these densities because,You actually use and carry with you as if they are a natural part of you. "She came to me and used his arm to position myself in a particular place. "Stay here fora moment. "I noticed it was the same place where the lightning had happened a minute earlier. "Youhave not going to use me as a target, is not it? "I could feel her smile, although I can not see it."Not the way you want. "I saw his dark shape moving away, and I heard again the flip of a switch and amomentary flash me ablaze. The light was so intense that even with my eyes closed when Iopened them, I could not see. I guess my whole body was like a pupilGiant dilated flooded with light for a moment and in darkness the next.No reason, no reason I could hold a rational thought, I began tocry. Maybe it was exhaustion or events scrambled my first day onthis island, but for whatever reason, I felt tears running down my cheeks, and yet I donot feel sad or lonely. I felt relief. I felt myself clear. I feltsomething, perhaps that lightning had brought a tape that had engulfed me, and somerespects, consumed me."How do you feel? "Asked Zenith.I could see its shape like a black mist hung in the air. Thousands of particleslight danced around it - the effects of light, I told myself. "I feel better ...lighter. "I took a deep breath and slowly expulsai. "I feel more in control ofmyself ... I think I have more ... conscience, if possible. "

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"Regardless of the model you have engraved in your body, heart and mind, they arebecome an obstacle to your discovery moment - your moment. These are the densitieschannel your vision on the same things that distract you from your mission. "I heard the word "mission" and immediately I felt my heart relax. My heart was tight,clutching something I could not define exactly, but the sound of the wordsimple, for some reason, my heart like a fist unclenched his fingers and opened. It doeslasted a few minutes, I guess, but it was glorious. I felt as if my heart was beating atsame rate as the one who created me. It is this relationship with my creator who looked wonderful and II just wanted to bask in the feeling, praying it would never end.

9 - A question31When I regained my human senses, I noticed that Zenith had lit a candle, and I couldsee the cave with more ease. An object that resembled a large telescope was pointedon me. Behind it, there was a wall that seemed to be made of metal, maybe money andbehind him there was another room, although I can not see it. This cave hadpersonality science, as I could see other objects that appeared to be machines ora kind of technology."What is this place? "I asked."Is that your question? "I shook my head. "My question is about the dream I had, but now it seems that otherissues are most important. You will consider only one question, or can I askmore? "Zenith smiled at my obvious dilemma. "For every question I answer, I need someabout you. ""What? "I said, raising my arms, focusing on my property for anything."I'll decide later," she said. "Are you okay? ""You will be reasonable in your request? "I asked."Of course. "I nodded. "Well, yes. ""Very well, we have an agreement, but before asking your questions, go to the observationroom where we will be more comfortable. "

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10, - Window32Chapter 10: WindowThe observation room was a small room down a long winding corridor was flanked bystalactites and dripping water. As we walked down the hall, I had the distinct impressionthat I could feel the fresh air."These caves were they outputs on the outside? "I asked.

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"One of the attributes of the observation room is that it has a small window overlooking the island, whereroomobservation. "

When we arrived at the observation room, the smell of sea water escaped through asmall opening in the wall. Being generous, I would say it was about two feethigh and a foot wide. It was probably caused by erosion, but I couldsee closer, it had been cut down, probably by human hands andany tool.It was good to feel the fresh air and see the natural light, although my eyes have taken someminutes to adapt to bright light. I noticed that Zenith had no problem adjustingto light.There were two wooden chairs that flanked one side of the room, and one of the chairs were positionedlooking outward, it was the chair occupied by Zenith. The other was facing the directionopposite, watching a rock wall ocher color with black marks indecipherable."What do you see in the observation room? "I asked as I sat down."Most of the time the weather changes, sometimes birds, sometimes ... evenvisitors. ""You look at me as I rode to the ridge this morning? ""Yes. ""Do you know anything about me? "I asked, emboldened by our agreement. "Regardingmy identity, where I am, why I'm here on this-""Sure," she said. "This island attracts people like you. It is a canvas, sometimes your typecrosses and other times they are stuck on it, and me, well, I'd be a spider inspectsvisitors. ""For what purpose? "I asked incredulously."To help them, of course. ""But a spider, as you describe yourself, kill and eat its visitors. Whyyou describe yourself as a spider? ""Metaphor. Just a metaphor. "I nivelai my eyes on it. "Do you know something about me that you have not shared? "It was the first time I could say that Zenith seemed uncomfortable with my questions. It isshifted in his chair that creaked agreement. I felt a deliberate attempt on his part to collect andorder his thoughts, which in my calculations, could only mean that it intended totell me partial truths.

10, - Window33"I'll tell you this," she began, "you're not just humans. "She paused, squinting his eyes as those who sharpen their memory and their perfectchoice words. "On your planet, human beings exist as a species that was to evolveto immortality. They had to do it on their own - through the appropriate choicethey would do with their innate understanding of what is good and what is evil. ""A fracture occurred in this plan, and it came in the form of emotional misconduct.It was as if humans could not control their emotions through theirreasoning, and because of this, they have become fractured, less, and pawns of those whodecided to cultivate the dark side of humanity. ""You see, human beings - as a whole - have the goodness and moral beauty, butthey also possess the absence of these, or what some might call the absence

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soul. The lack of soul of humanity is the part that is waiting meekly in the shadow of those whopoint to the destiny and define what will and humanity, while all the time,humanity already knows what it is, deep inside herself, right here. "Zenith put hishand on his heart and stopped."When human beings have decided to give their power to those called gods, monarchs, kings,queens, priests, presidents, senators and all the variations that stood between them and the truthssimple in their hearts, they are lost. In this state, they are away from their truth, and theytraveled into the future, the more they lost their way until, finally, they have forgottenthey were lost. ""When humans have gone far astray they have forgotten that they are lost, it wasneed to wake up and remind them of their condition. Thus, the creator of your world sentavatars or immortal to remind people that they were unconsciously enteredin a prison at the instigation of those who lead by greed and charm. ""You were one of those avatars ... but you failed ... "When her voice trailed off into silence, I sat down and realized that what she said was true.Defaulting to my creator was a weight I had unconsciously felt since waking thisisland."How? How did I fail? Can you tell me this? ""I can show you. "My heart jumped a few beats as he darted up my throat. I was not sure ifI was ready to see how I failed in my mission. If there was one thing I was certain isZenith that could do things that make things happen, who were outside myreality. I believed her when she said she could show me, even though I had no idea ofhow.

11 - Pedestal34Chapter 11: PedestalZenith leaned forward in his chair and put his hands on mine, as it didin the dining room. "Listen to my voice and follow in everything I say. "His voice changed slightly. She was a musical inflection and a pure and focused tone.A few seconds after closing my eyes, I began to see the forest in which she had metaken. The trees began to materialize in my mind, and I breathed within alush huge trees forest, flowing streams, abundant flora and fauna.I had a vague idea of Eden, the appearance and the forest, I felt like Eden. This wasa beautiful and intact where the harmony of nature was uninterrupted for thousandsyears. I looked around, expecting to see Zenith, but I was alone.I started to think I was there for several days. I had this feeling of fatigue Inot felt while talking with Zenith. I noticed that every second of time passing,my connection with the island faded. It was as if my reality was transformed in aforest original, and I did, again, no recollection of how I got there.

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Less than ten minutes after my arrival in the forest, I did not remember anything of the island, or evenZenithmy conversation with her about my failure as immortal. My only thought was to findsomething, but that object or person I was looking for was unknown to me. I saw birds, rabbits,

deer, but nothing that seemed daunting, and yet, I was afraid.My fear was in relation to my search? I do not know, but I kept walking. The pathwhere I was, to the extent that I could refer to him as a way to medriving through the forest, winding around tree trunks that were so important thatwould have had a dozen like me, hand in hand, to encircle it. After some time, Iheard a noise coming from a far distance. It was like a warning sound. I imaginedit would be very hard if I was close to its source, but there was something calling me.There was really no way to understand my world, my motives, my interests orsomething else. I was, once again, expressed in a world for which I had no contextor keepsake. I felt a certainty, the origin of this strange noise was beckoning me, and Ihad to find it. It was the only goal I felt.Eventually I came to an open meadow and stopped to rest a moment. In the distance Iclimbing mountains could see the sky and flowers of all imaginable colorsdancing in the wind on unlimited fields. The sound became louder, punctuated in a codemysterious. The corner of the eye, across the field, I could see a structure that appeared to begeometric. It was a long way off, maybe three kilometers, but my eyes could seesharp angles, the kind that only humans do. I decided to make my destination, because it was theThe most likely source of the sound.The meadow was filled with flowers and tall grass were tall. After ten minutes ofwalking through the field, I noticed a vibration like a sudden stutter wind. This wasas an irregular vibration, and it filled the whole field on which I walked. I plannedto run, but where? It was a low frequency, barely audible, and I had the unpleasant sensationto be observed.I crouched, my eyes at the herbs and flowers and I turned slowly.Something moved in the air, but at high speeds, I could not see more than onecould see the wings of a hummingbird. I narrowed my eyes as if that would make it appear, butit was a ghost. Then, from the corner of my eye I saw what I can only describe as a balllight approaching my position with authority. Its bright nucleus was about eight

11 - Pedestal35centimeters, but he had an aura that was nearly two feet in diameter, and it was fullday. I felt like an intruder and his instinct to run triggered alarm, but it was too late.My only hope was stealth. I froze.The next twenty minutes were the longest of my life, or I felt. Thefloating ball of light hovered two feet from my head watching my figure asI asked such a caricature of a human being bronze. There was a subtle electric field Icould detect as she slowly came as close to a few centimeters. She assessed meand clearly a part of me wanted to scream, scaring the ball of light to the subject andsend it to the dark and sordid places she should not populate when a terrifiedamnesiac man, but I kept my position.As the ball of light slowly orbiting around my head and gazed into my eyes(It seemed to me), I looked deep into his light and couldsee that this is not a finished object. Its depth was huge. I have no idea how it wouldpossible that something, which only had eight centimeters in diameter, seemed tohave

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depth of a star field, but she had.As quickly as it came, it disappeared. She sizzled in the sky and in less than asecond, it has completely disappeared. I scratched my head in wonder and amazement. Maybethey were common in this world, I could not say, but I'd rather notto meet one another, because they were undeniably intrusive and disturbing.Sound off suddenly stopped. My heart trembled as I heard for the first time,absolute silence of my world. I got up high enough to see the structure to which Iwalked and felt she was about eight hundred meters. I do not know why, but Istarted running towards it. It was one of those decisions that the body was sometimes without askingpermission of the mind.As I ran more about the human structure, I could say it wasa kind of home - why I could not say, but he had a door and seemed to be apolished metallic material. As I came closer still, she began to take shape. Thiswas not a house, but rather a large pedestal or platform made of a metal golden color,may be gold, but given its size, the gold seemed unlikely.The pedestal was huge, his column, rising to nine feet high, supporting a round platformwhose diameter was easily twenty-one meters. The pedestal base was square and columnSupport was multifaceted, maybe five, but I could not say for sure. The summitcircular had an ornamental railing around its perimeter. I could see a door closethe base, which I could only assume that it gave access to a staircase leading totop of the platform. I decided to go there, for no other reason than I would have a greatto my environment and then I can determine my next move.As I entered the doorway, I felt the cool darkness of the interior. There was a staircasestaircase, made from the same gold material, leading to the platform and downopacity in a disaster. I started up the stairs, looking up, unsure of whatcould expect. I felt a presence. A presence that gave me goosebumps. It was apulling sensation as if something attacked me from the inside. At one point inthe stairs, I looked down and I could swear I saw a pair of glowing eyes-below, his body hidden in the dark. That's all I needed to sprint upthe staircase.There was an open door and I literally rushed through it as if escaping from a prison to me."I see you found me. "It was a deep voice, almost a bellow.

12 - A change of mission36Chapter 12: A change of missionI turned to see a large creature sitting on a throne of gold. This creature was the strangestmixture that could evoke a vivid imagination. She had large wings like a birdThunder, a bull's body, a human head and legs that could only be formeda mixture of human and gorilla. It seemed powerful, cunning and unquestionably master of hisfield.I looked around and found that we were alone. My voice trailed off. I wanted to saysomething, but I was too stunned by the appearance of this creature. I could just back awayslowly,moved by something akin to terror, but undoubtedly more scared than anything else."I am your Lord," said the creature. "You are my guest. "

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In his statement, I relaxed enough to find my voice. "You suggest that youwaiting for me. I do not remember to have appointments. "The creature let out a hearty laugh that filled the air. "Ah, you're interesting, I can seethat now. Some who come to me feel superior. Some come to mewith a tremor of fear so deeply rooted that they can not stand before metremor in their voice. Some do not climb those stairs at all, preferring to fallbelow where they feel a natural affiliation."But you will be interesting, because you do not enter into any of these categories. You are whatwe call in my world a Sonverto. ""And what is a Sonverto? "I managed to ask, avoiding direct eye contact."These are those that unify, who build the paths of unity in a broken social order, or, insome rare cases, an entire species. "The creature paused for a moment.My mind still measured the enormity and the amazing reality of the unimaginable creature before me."Please look at me with your eyes," said the creature standing. "When you have mefull view, let me know, so that we can have a conversation worthy of mytime. "The comment stung. I could feel the snub like a slap on my face. It was nota creature that I wanted to annoy. "I beg your pardon," I replied with an inclinationsubtle in my head. "It's just that I've never seen someone like you. That ... What are you? ""I have already told you, I am your Lord. "There was more than a hint of annoyance in his voiceof the creature. "The mere fact that you have not seen someone like me is proof that I amunique. I am he who sits above the rest. I am one who is anointed to governordinary mortals. ""Are you human or God? "I asked."I am neither the one nor the other. I am a new order of existence. I am the one who is imagined by thosethat occur in the body. I am representing trillions of imaginationsfinally come together in one place, merging into a single entity, and the entity iscombined power of all creatures great and small. All they have created me to be theirLord, and I, being of immense power and compassion, their wish is granted. "I looked around again, thinking there must be others here, but we were alone."Who do you govern? It seems that no one here in this world. "

12 - A change of mission37Once again the creature almost laughed uncontrollably. "I organized this meeting inloneliness to spare us any distraction. I can snap my fingers and have millions of yourkind around us in an instant. Is that what you want? "I shook my head. "No, I'd like that. "I tried to look as flattering as I could,and my tone seemed to satisfy him as he sat on his throne."I can offer you everything that you can