The 7 Doors
She is sitting on the stairs in the light of the dawning sun. Little dust grains are shimmering in the solitude of the entrance hall. A sweet melody caresses her ears from far away. She is leaning on the cool marble stone feeling chills. She is diving into a profound sleep. Every breath takes her further along the kingdom of shadows and dreams. She is alone, but senses a presence, something, somebody is with her. Fear twines its sticky arms around her neck. She starts shivering. Silence. Her eyes are getting used to the ravenblack infinity. Some outlines are appearing before her eyes. She recognizes a long corridor with doors of all kinds and shapes. The first one is made of black iron with coper nails and a knocker in the form of a dreagon head. The door is narrow but very tall. The second door is made of luminous crystals, very wide and curved. Next to it is a weathered, worm-ridden shed. Her attention gets caught by a sleak rubin-red door with a coat of arms in the center showing a white unicorn. On the end of the corridor are three simple doors, identically shaped but different in color. Green, Blue and Yellow. Seven doors. She knows that it is asked from her to open one of them. Everything depends on the right door, she thinks. What if she chooses the wrong one? Her breath stops. She wants to scream. Somebody please come and help me. Please! She is wisppering instead: „I have to calm myself and to focus. The crystal portal is probably a trap. It must be, it is way to beautiful, but they think I am vain and I am going to choose this one.“ For an instant she is smiling, satisfied with her cunning. „I am going to open the shed instead.“ Of course this will prove her humbleness. She can sense the smell of the rotten wood. It reminds her of poverty and exil and it feels as the precise opposite to everything she wishes and longs for. Maybe they try to confuse her? She can hear the laughter of children playing around the house. „It is a game“, she ponders. What if I refuse to play? What if I don’t choose any door? „Then you can’t move on“, says the voice inside herself. Her anxiety is unbearable. Everything is better than this tension. She decides to open the rubin-red door. The door handle lies heavy in her hand. She is trying to press it down, but it does not move an inch. With each attempt she gets more eager to open the door. All her hesitations are forgotten. The only thing she wants now is to open this door. Exhausted and full of painful bruises on her shoulders and arms, she finally suceeds. The door opens up with a muffled metallic squeal revealing nothing but black emptiness. Following an impulse she fievery opens one door after the other. Behind each one of them awaits the same nothingness her horrified sight. Nothing than black void. „There is nothing?!“, she screams into the empty space and the voice answers:
NOTHING IS THE EMPTINESS OF SIGNIFICANCE RESULTING IN UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES WHICH MANIFEST THROUGH THE BELIEF IN THEM.
(Bellé Flora)
She is sitting on the stairs in the light of the dawning sun. Little dust grains are shimmering in the solitude of the entrance hall. A sweet melody caresses her ears from far away. She is leaning on the cool marble stone feeling chills. She is diving into a profound sleep. Every breath takes her further along the kingdom of shadows and dreams. She is alone, but senses a presence, something, somebody is with her. Fear twines its sticky arms around her neck. She starts shivering. Silence. Her eyes are getting used to the ravenblack infinity. Some outlines are appearing before her eyes. She recognizes a long corridor with doors of all kinds and shapes. The first one is made of black iron with coper nails and a knocker in the form of a dreagon head. The door is narrow but very tall. The second door is made of luminous crystals, very wide and curved. Next to it is a weathered, worm-ridden shed. Her attention gets caught by a sleak rubin-red door with a coat of arms in the center showing a white unicorn. On the end of the corridor are three simple doors, identically shaped but different in color. Green, Blue and Yellow. Seven doors. She knows that it is asked from her to open one of them. Everything depends on the right door, she thinks. What if she chooses the wrong one? Her breath stops. She wants to scream. Somebody please come and help me. Please! She is wisppering instead: „I have to calm myself and to focus. The crystal portal is probably a trap. It must be, it is way to beautiful, but they think I am vain and I am going to choose this one.“ For an instant she is smiling, satisfied with her cunning. „I am going to open the shed instead.“ Of course this will prove her humbleness. She can sense the smell of the rotten wood. It reminds her of poverty and exil and it feels as the precise opposite to everything she wishes and longs for. Maybe they try to confuse her? She can hear the laughter of children playing around the house. „It is a game“, she ponders. What if I refuse to play? What if I don’t choose any door? „Then you can’t move on“, says the voice inside herself. Her anxiety is unbearable. Everything is better than this tension. She decides to open the rubin-red door. The door handle lies heavy in her hand. She is trying to press it down, but it does not move an inch. With each attempt she gets more eager to open the door. All her hesitations are forgotten. The only thing she wants now is to open this door. Exhausted and full of painful bruises on her shoulders and arms, she finally suceeds. The door opens up with a muffled metallic squeal revealing nothing but black emptiness. Following an impulse she fievery opens one door after the other. Behind each one of them awaits the same nothingness her horrified sight. Nothing than black void. „There is nothing?!“, she screams into the empty space and the voice answers:
NOTHING IS THE EMPTINESS OF SIGNIFICANCE RESULTING IN UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES WHICH MANIFEST THROUGH THE BELIEF IN THEM.
(Bellé Flora)
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