"… The settlers of those houses had registered to immortality annals. Those who with fine features had beautiful buildings, otherwise, the narrow ones which made there hell-like feature, lowered the humanity credits toward other creatures in this huge universe. You might call it the dustbin of the soul! It panicked me if this pollution and weakness become a tool of abusing no longer we'll disintegrate. If those filthy words become current we'll be deceived and there nothing remains from our world.
I asked the rough man the reason behind taking me there and seemed he was waiting for me to questioning him about this matter nothing else, answered, "Why don't you ask the people? They had called you from here".
We walked to each soul, but they all responded the same, "Draw us on your canvas". It was like the past had opened a mouth to warn about the future, there is no time and it is a few next moments that I'm passing by with ignorance, yes I lose the presence of the valuable one.
He had stolen my peace to turn down the storm within himself. If I don't listen to him, ever leave me alone, steadily brings me to this town and racking me.
Says I must help or be prisoned there till eternity, I shall convince to be in a life with no love, very delusive to end. A place between spectrum and fact which is a terrific gape. He says that I will stay still there with no voice to cry, a torment that repeats every day to taste what he felt through each harsh event there. I must suffer the way he does or helps him out to gather himself up and get healed. He claimed that he doesn't want to live in fear of past time and lose the presence and future, he said each moment can build him up.
I told myself it doesn't make any sense to me, I am exonerated of any blame. He showed another side of him became cruel and mad didn't know what he is asking from me how I can make changes all alone to send him good words!
How could he behave me as a guilty one? this is so humiliating. He left me to think about all he desired. He was right I studied every face of those people in the deep side of my mind I reached the same result with Destiny, he wasn't cruel, but I was the blind bat sleeping in a corner and got no patient to stand up and take steps to get a better fortune.
This helpless man had been in this city of dark and burned memories for so long. Sobbed and instead of tears blood dropped down his eyes. But still, his heart didn't stoned. This time I felt pity for myself till now I was quiet, he is doing the best to release himself knock on every door for help to build again. What I've done till now? He had to achieve some hands to help him calm him and the true loves enter there again.
The thing that he warned about was if it doesn't stop here and now, will burn us in fury fire one day with no exception when we lose, there, nothing will grow again so he will stay alone with hard and ruined moments scrolling up and down across him. He wanted to hear the love songs while passing through lanes, listens to the sound of the breeze while blows in holes. He can sing with them and watch the kids laughing beside the springs.
"Look carefully they are laying sad, crying for humanity these are not just words without souls they fly up around traveling in time waiting to see the day of friendship and warbling for it."
He noted that he brought many people like me, asked them for help they all tried he got healed, he pointed out the beautiful side, but he needed more he has a long way to repair that city. I promised to give him a hand he led me to the gateway and mentioned gently, "I won't let you alone so you don't leave me in dark for building new ones I need many of you." I held his hand to keep him calm, I nodded to him and continued my way. From that day of getting involved with what destiny brought me such as coming here in this plain that I settled. I'm drawing lives on a handmade canvas, happiness, grief, and love… all stamped on it. I have no idea how it turned out to be here, but still, I didn't found love. Last night the gypsies who are the main settlers of here invited me. I spent an amazing night dancing to their music and in the end, it was a myth narrating by Nan.
Legend of love between heaven and earth. The first love had happened and true one which has been continuing since the ancient era.