SOUL RITUALS 

 

 

 

Places have souls that choose

 

their inhabitants, this is how I felt when I entered a forgotten room, I found it in front of me when I fled, it was a strange morning in which the sun rose for a few minutes then returned in fear, I looked in horror at the invasion of the storm of darkness as it chewed up the places sweeping away the remains of the sun fleeing from the horror of blackness and darkness, it is a new measure, the speed of darkness exceeds the speed of light. How do I escape and where to?

 

I heard a scream in the universe then the sky disappeared as the sun collapsed into a black hole calling all its rays and the stars and the moon with it to hide, I heard it say - The black hole is a safe place where darkness will not come because it is its end.

 

And where will I be? Will it help if I close the windows and doors? I don't think it will help.. Darkness will invade the place like air. I sat and hugged my head between my legs trying to see something working in my mind as I sensed something wrong with it. Its images brought me a picture of a book with a drawing of a tree! I didn't understand my mind's dialogue! What kind of mystery is this? Darkness is approaching me, I hear its rustling like a snake, it is chasing me, I will run away but it is faster, it has started to pass through the walls. 

 

A very old big clock from the time of my father, may God have mercy on him, pushed me, so I collided with his library carved in the remaining wall, I fell to the ground and the darkness looked at me with hatred. I felt for a book near me, so it opened up to a giant like a mountain and included me in its title (My daughter, you are the spirit of light), this is how my father pointed to me in a flash of dedication! 

 

The pages were scattered with a great ray carrying the souls of their inhabitants, so the darkness exploded and transformed into many points that fled towards space to commit suicide in black holes. 

 

The sun escaped freely, and its entire gathering with it of stars and moons, so the sky returned joyful, winter suddenly came, and the rains, and the atmosphere was perfumed with the splendor of life. I was there standing with the pride of a big tree with a strong spirit, its branches shaking out as sources of arrows of eternal light sweeping away all the darkness.