Das Sogennante 3. Auge

Moonlight shone. Circuitously but remarkably. The gleam was potent enough to signal him back to the present time. He was a traveller.

  As the tenebrous waves departed from the shore, orbiting to make contact with the opposite, the visions began pacing. The rush was relishing. A trifle solace he found when his surroundings fluctuated, as dim shadows acidly chasing each other, in anticipation that they can entrap one another.

  He was merely sure that it was the tramontane sense he endured during the phase, that daunted him. Beggarly has he had an encounter like this, in his current world at least. He was on the verge of persuasion that in ludicrous times was he scudded through the portal, in reach of a nebulous destination; where time, nor matter subsist.

  Perpetually the targets had changed. Embodiment of the process remained the same. Possibly had he a gift. Incessantly he pondered upon the possibility of unanimity with the unknown. How empowering would it be to have the mightiness to alter the obscure? It was for certain that something beyond his existence had this capability and the answers to his self inquisition. The questions were asked. The answers were not unveiled, yet.

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