Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻

Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.

This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.

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Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 28

Dear Reader, do you ever looked around you, and observe?

What do you see, do you see the same as me?

Streets literally littered with lost souls, all going about their business without knowing why.

It hurts my eyes and fogs my brain to see so many looking for their next quick fix of happiness.

Some are fully aware of their own lack of direction but do not know where to turn because they don´t know who to trust.

The majority is on their merry way, to reincarnation. To deal with the same shit in a next life as they did even look for the light in this life. Well they looked at the light and wanted it, but they should have looked the other way and go where the light was shining at.

My sister the dragon, she has been invisible and only audible for so long that I no longer expected her here. But as if someone removed all the dust, I suddenly see it.

The room where I kept her captive had been broken before, but since last night the lock has also been removed and I can finally let her go. That other little bugger. I thought she wanted to come here for herself, but holy smoke and mirrors batman we are here again for me.

Why am I always the last to realize these things?

When the dragon rises from the water, it is no longer blood red like rubies but silver gray.

She rises from the water and when she has completely let go of the wetness she looks at me again, the eyes are still yellow, slowly turning gray then she falls apart like dust, but instead of being absorbed into the water, all the gray dust rises up into the air.

My sister, who drowned in this river, has finally been allowed to leave her after so many years of loyal service. I feel a tear of joy.

Hateful, these moments when everything comes together and falls apart again. Is a normal life really too much to ask?

After consciously thinking for far too long, I realize that that is not what I came for. I close my eyes and try to control my breathing again.

Masses of people, clumped together, without weapons but with so much hostility. I can't see them, at least very blurry, as if I can't open my eyes after a long night. But I hear them, and what's even worse, I feel them.

This crowd has an origin that brings them together with an insatiable anger out of fear and powerlessness, but especially because they think they are entitled. The right to more, that they are all chosen, one by one, that what they fantasize is really theirs.

I see the little boy in the imperial city, crying and screaming because he is not given the silver-colored dagger that is laid out in front of him on a small table.

His mother wants to continue walking, but the little boy does everything in his power to get her attention back on him and the dagger.

I can see from her movement that she is hesitating, I feel her doubt. I feel that she does not want to give in, but that she runs back to the boy in a hurry and ashamed.
How she tries to seduce him to come with her, but he and I both hear in her voice that she has already given up.

Well, one stomp of your feet and an angry red face is enough, the battle is over and the boy and the dagger go home.

These are not children, these are adults, old and young alike are stamping their feet here out of anger because they did not get what they wanted,

Almost all of them are standing, which shows that they are in the prime of their lives. All gathered, which shows that they have no fear of losing their livelihood by being here.

With all this dissatisfaction, the atmosphere feels like the imperial city but much worse. The envy and greed are immeasurable, how do I think?

Why that emptiness, only then do I realize that I feel emptiness above all else. A large empty mass, unconscious, aimless. I can only feel and hear them, but I feel it now. The loss, they have indeed been lied to for a lifetime. But not in the way they think.

This emptiness, this loss, this unconsciousness, they mask that emptiness. An emptiness that has been created, a life that has been staged to make them, like the little boy in the imperial city, only focus on everything that glitters and what they do not have.

This is where that road ends, these are children of the children of that young one at the market so many centuries ago. That boy who knew he could own what he saw if he just manipulated the situation.

All small bosses, all bosses of their own world in which everyone is subordinate to their will and wishes. Millions of dictators without power, it's sickening.