what's this? that beautiful sound is calling me, and I'm ready to go, I'm ready to leave everything behind, it sounds like salvation, it also sounds familiar, two shades being pressed, being heavenly oppressed, as the way they like it to produce, like two angels are secretly talking, and I adore to eavesdrop.
I'm alive still, and I realized that when I unintentionally stood up from my chair, it made me I can't help it, I had to show homage to the player, I'm a simple man, I worship nostalgia especially when I feel that my wistful affection isn't for the past, but the present that's being recreated and telling me:" the past was good, but what about a better me, you know what makes it better? a better future of what you adore". and yes I adore a good past a better present and a perfect future which I feel that it will occur, by this.... this piano.
I walked ahead and I hit the table, it fell down with everything that was in the top of it, I panicked a little bit, and to try and pick up whatever fell with it is the first thing that came up to my head, I made my knees touch the ground and I picked something! solid, but yet liquid, I mean... viscous at some point, like I wasn't really sure what that is, I heard the cup shattering, that cup that I heard many stories about from my family, don't approach it, don't even think about it, what this thing could be then? it moved in my hand like its not stable, like it's willing to be created, or to create, both are right, like a dull knife that sharpens and hurts me, then gets back to its underwhelming form, it kept trying to take its shape and it succeeded! I knew cause it almost cut my fingers.
Then suddenly the melody changed, it got louder... the speed of how this piano was being played was stupendous, that dramatic play was able to segue from calming and beautiful to motivational and intense, it made me want to act, to do something I wasn't sure of what it is, it was a frisson of nervousness and excitement, I heard a light footsteps coming nearer, I knew that it was for my siblings, then of curiosity and the purity of will I started yelling saying :" what is thing in my hand? it's so strange I didn't know that we have something like that in our home, it feels.... weird can someone tell me what is this ?". Every time I felt that someone is about to talk the music gets irresistible, it made me feel that my hearing is being damaged.
I was panicking I couldn't understand what's going on around me, I needed my vision more than anything else I could crave for... in that moment, I was assiduous in knowing what's happening, I waited for a miracle to make me observe for seconds and then walks away and never look back, ah... even I wish that my observation can see so it deprives me from it after a favour, too needy, but yeah It won't happen, because of the most coveted thing for me that I couldn't protect, the ephemeral, which it's disappearance I couldn't expect, the ineluctable, cause it's impossible for me to get, the ubiquitous, the one that my destiny rejects, the incorrigible, the one that I wish I can correct.
I couldn't resist anymore, I was pointing on my siblings with that thing in my hand, telling them to quickly tell me what it is, I couldn't handle this noise anymore, then at some point I dropped that thing and I started running every where in the shack, hitting my body in every wall, every furniture, every....thing, until it was time to hit the door and run away free, I kept running and running and running, all I wanted is to escape the noise, it didn't take a while until a huge whirling axe flew towards me cutting my whole left leg making me fall on my face, I knew there's something I'm about to encounter, the deleterious axe of corn lands, the one and only, my father.
" you willing to leave the place that contained you for years? what an ungrateful son" my father said .
"I know..., I know everything, you don't treat me like your son, not even a slave, you treat me like nothing, and the nothing will guide me to my real father, our real father" I answered in severe pain
" your real father is behind you, you are not from my blood indeed, but I paid "The Sequester Sedate" and I own you, you must be grateful for being labelled as my son, even you were never been treated like one" my father said proudly.
" I don't belong here, my destiny is engraved in the ethereal outside, not in this rotting place of yours, don't try to tantalize me, I've already made my decision and I'm going away from here" I said out of seriousness
" Tantalize you? you making it look like it's easy, it's like you are able to do your decision, I can be merciful now, I can make you feel that you are really my son, by ending your suffering, one step away...and I'll polish my axe with your blood" my father said with a deeper frightening voice at the end of his sentence
" please, I'm begging you, you even just disabled me more, I'm not useful anymore, let me go" I said with tears in my eyes
" I can throw a cinder in the black fire that flames up once every decade, and I can make it rise above the mountains until its appearance becomes... Every... single.... day, which means, the more you aren't able to do things, the more easier you will be, the more useful you will be" my father answered
I grabbed the dirt with my fingers, I was convinced that I need to go, whatever are the consequences, one hand surpassed the other by my order but before I carry on I told him:" can you hear it? .... the music" he answered:" yes, I touched the future and your pain was a music to my ears", he jumped a massive jump to the air while his axe flew towards him so he can meet it up the sky, I didn't see it when it happened obviously, but after I experienced despair in the moment when I knew my end is nearer than ever before, I closed my eyes, opened them again and yes, I was able to observe for the very first time ever, I was.... shocked, frozen, I forgot everything around me to a point where I didn't notice that I already lost another leg, and my left arm.
I forgot my aims, I forgot the situation I was facing, I forgot who I am, my aims have changed to only focus on examining what's surrounding me, I was crawling on my stomach with the arm left, I grabbed a corncob and kept looking at its golden gorgeous grains، perfectly lined up, perfectly made, I smiled, I felt happy, and then got split on half with my father's axe, horizontally.
Seconds after feeling death claws snatching my soul, something happened, my half body got linked to the other half by viscous black ropes, but they didn't weld, and the same thing happened to my torn body parts, I looked back and I saw a humongous man with a huge beard and his eyes looked like they are fading away, like its becoming a liquid that's going away from his face for a short range, I remembered touching my eyes, they were nothing like that, I said :" it took you a while to end me", he answered:" shorter than your hopes to live", then he added:" death is surrounding you and so do I...., and so does the thing that its invading me..... son" he rose his hand in the sky to finish all this madness, but my attached arm was faster to extend and grab the thing I dropped in the shack, and put it in his forehead, making him fall dead, I didn't do it, my hand did.
I witnessed the thing, the knife or whatever it was absorbing this viscous black thing again from my father's body, I didn't understand what is this thing that's being everywhere, I blinked, and this scary bearded man became a simple old human being, I felt that's something wrong is happening around, I felt that that's how my father was supposed to look like, I got closer to him, I touched his face with the normal looking hand, and I cried, a lot... I was thinking about what I'm supposed to do now, and the same hand that saved me gave me an answer, it flew all the way to my face and it poked both of my eyes hard and made me sleep, I don't know if sleep is the right word cause I felt that my brain exploded.
I woke up somehow, surprisingly I was still able to see, but only a piano in an absolute darkness, that instrument was beautiful as it was expected, and four skulls floating in the top of it, dripping black clotted blood in its keys, heavy enough to play some music, and it evaporates after it touches the keys, "I said what's that?", I heard a voice saying:"simple, your siblings that you stabbed to death and your father's skulls playing us some music!", I said :"what? what are you talking about? who are you?", he answered:" I am... oh who I am? ah yes um I'm the old man sinking in disgust, terrible name right....? but you know my real name is "black root" but some people say that my smell is unbearable... lies, so they call me black rot, and there are some people who know both of these names but they hate me somehow... I'm a good creature I promise....so they call me the obnoxious malapropism... um but yeah all these names don't matter, cause you should be calling me your fate..... young...old... man".
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