Deorum | A place beyond stars

If every day at Deorum were like these, it would be a true Elysian¹, a perfect after-life place of peace and joy, where reality is a constant euphoria, steeped in songs and symphonies. Naive, the thinking of those who think differently, because at Deorum, life is nothing more than the same as always. Hiding in the darkness of others between the banks of the earth, in the terrifying silence of the wind that does not blow and without direction of joy, silencing the cold soul of those who seek the warming comfort of this land forgotten in the dark, honored of virtuous creatures, trapped in the heaven yet to be born, revealing hidden secrets, bringing the truth of a natural and subtle creation, because the dimension where it is found could be the third or fourth, as it is full of it.

Fallen angel nights, glorifying the absence of light, the magic without stars to give life there is a possible imagination, which transcends the dreams of those who might or might not believe, Deorum, is really a divinity of place to be when the only state known for the different senses that make up a creature is darkness. Deorum, with a little apparent magnitude, is one of the weakest among neighboring orbs², being totally invisible in areas of light pollution in the night sky, making comprehensive transmission impossible, which in turn was still an enigma in the eyes of those who lived sufficiently dogmatic to the a prisoner reality, the light, was a surreal inexistence, because from his experience, prudently old Khaukúh, the oldest of the patriarchs, he had led his kind of celestial creatures and guerrilla origin in the embryonic beyond of the stars, with his incomparable strength, substantially influencing the final agency of the crucial decisions of his habitat, and although tired, Khaukúh had fought with his voice on the verge of decay, the continuity of his existence and the place that saw him g row, thus making his battle tireless night after night. To Deorum, blessed with his indisputable wisdom, the old maester Khaukúh who learned from the past diversity of the lived facts, teaching him for eones3 sufficiently everything that would be necessary and without having to know how to read or write, quite the contrary, inside him, the encyclopedia of answers and questions about life and creation, would be unquestionable and notorious among the inhabitants of Deorum. Khaukúh, truly wise, new that without the enotita4, the inhabitants of Deorum would self-destruct, and the umbilical cord that united them, was the vital energy that flowed the purity of an eternal love, connecting them with the great cosmos, its ancestors and between billions of galaxies, roaming the vast void of the magnificent dark universe, boldly suspended in the the night sky.

Old maester Khaukúh, considered the last of his lineage, recalled stories told by his ancestors, stories that were later banned, about the first creatures residing in Deorum, their conquests and guerrillas in intergalactic combat with neighboring orbs, stories of pride, about their leaderships and interplanetary missions, thus leaving their mark in the history of the cosmos, since the deors5 had won the respect of all the orbs that surrounded them.

Missions and trips to parallel worlds, wars and hunts of unprecedented threats that tried to subdue their existence or leadership of galactic power, Deorum, was once the most fearful orb to roam the space, full of heroic creatures, possessing incalculable powers, which unfortunately it had vanished over eones, bringing darkness to the light, silently shaking its battles and conquests, launching its origins into abatement, abdicating all celestial genuineness, however, the old maestro recalled, stories of spaceships buried in the hereafter, never told to future creatures, who knew nothing or little, of the magnificent deeds of their ancestors, or of the historical landmark that darkness hid to never be revealed, of the secrets of creation, of light in the dark, or of their repentance once immortal creatures.

Khaukuh, exponentially tired and with his last energetic forces, had lived different periods, trying tirelessly to keep this place faded in the soothing depths of other people's thoughts, in the comfort of the abstract knowledge of a faithful Aboriginal and committed to what he thought to be absolute truth, with more nights than the other Deorum creatures, the weather had made him cold and intolerant, frantic and unbearable for some creatures, but fearful, because the old man knew everything that had happened in his habitat and without exception, in compliance, in the rigor of taking of decisions and not only, the old master had always known how to calculate the right moment to act, and the annoying moment when simply, the non manifestation of an immediate decision had served as an answer to the decisive time given to divine mercy.

Far from the substantial reality, Deorum, although isolated from places never found in the vision of those seeking life in infinite empty space, in the expedition of life lost to never be found, Deorum's youngest creature, parented not to be subject to dogmatization of the old master and fearful patriarch. The creature, Dinares, in essence, had his own thoughts, unorthodox ideas and unusual to the knowledge of the inhabitants of Deorum. Although he lived in harmony and harmony with his own, he believed that he was a crio-libera5, he knew the consequences and its punishments, yet he still considered himself free, dreaming of the possibility of something bigger out there, revealing himself firmly in his beliefs, beliefs that multiplied according to his constant visions and appearances of unidentified creatures in his dreams.

The visions were not very clear, without details, without names, and left no trace to capture them, they were shuffled, as if they were puzzles, Dinares tried to capture images of orbs that might roam around Deorum, being his most one, among the others in the night sky. He woke up thinking about the constant events that made him more and more indifferent and absent, hovering in higher places of eternal darkness, and lost himself in the imagination, observing images of dark clouds in the sky, hich flew over orbs for orbs, in his imagination, he had observed the existence of unidentified creatures that orbited illuminated places, and with a lot of life, there, survived from an unidentified substance, considered the biggest factor for the existence of those creatures.

"Strange and limited creatures," - he wondered, without knowing how to decipher their origins, and although they had a face, eyes, arms and legs, the creatures in Dinares' visions were completely different, and with a very limiting physical appearance, as they lacked the divine guissán7, the guissán of celestial self-knowledge, making with that, their internal guissán was weak, and without knowledge to solve the basic and fundamental problems in their habitat, they did not have the ability to use the energies that had connected them with the universe and their ancestors, their psyche, it was kind of non-existent, however , dominated by only a few, still representing a symbol of joy and constant learning, obliged to a tireless effort in the search for its lost origins within. Although blessed with a free blue sky, plenty of oxygen, trees, fruits and flowers, color and light, the creatures were unstable and totally trapped in egocentric emotions and behaviors, afflicting their coherence to the sidereal8 plane.

Unlike the creatures of Deorum, for Dinares, the creatures in his visions were far below universal evolution, although they considered themselves civilized, living in structured huts and created by them, totally limiting their celestial capacity, it was clearly easy Dinares realize that these creatures could never possess the knowledge that rules the universe, and its advanced secrets.