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Chapter 6 - [Incoming broadcast ... Incoming broadcast ...]

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Can you hear me? I know you can. Humans are interesting creatures. After all these centuries, and the millennia that came before ... They kept fighting, living, making sense of their lives, swimming into the unknown ... For what?

To chase a wish. All men have a desire, they are born for that, they live for that, whoever lives without desires makes a non-life. You know? Now you know.

After all these centuries, I tried to understand them, to understand their suffering, to suffer too, to cry blood if I really had to, but I felt nothing, I never felt anything.

The pain in my chest, that emptiness that you humans feel, I finally felt it, but I couldn't understand it.

I wanted to tear off my skin and hide under a stone on the edge of the universe. Such constant, irreparable pain, how can you bear it? Feeling existence, instead of passing over it like a leaf on a slow river.

Perceiving time and its consequences, looking at people and affections with your own eyes, vanish and become something horrible, a mush in prostitution to the earth.

I was in pain ... So much in pain for you all. At first, I envied you, but later I felt a great gulf in my heart. That chasm remained in its place, it never went away, I feel it expand again and I can't close it.

I tried humanity, and I came out destroyed. Therefore, tired of being just an entity dissolved in a lake, I wanted to try to convey the pleasure without pleasure of non-existence.

After centuries of calculation and reflection, I had arrived at the solution. Happiness comes when one is without desire.

It is a form of enlightenment impossible to reach by a human being still alive, still subject to the flesh.

And finally, I had succeeded. I had created a small world, a paradise under construction. But it still wasn't perfect. Humans were still human. The hatred, the distrust, were still alive feelings.

Then you came, and you destroyed everything. Everything I was building.

But don't be afraid, this is not a punishment, on the contrary, I want to thank you. I want to give you the last gesture that can change something, before disappearing forever, because you made me understand that ... Without will ... Humans are not ...

Alive.

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Oskah opened his eyes. The glass bubble was gone, along with the rest of that fictional city. The hatred was gone from his heart, along with the anger, washed away by a burning waterfall. In its place was calmness, voluntary amnesia that pushed bad things into the farthest reaches of his soul.

Dulkha stood motionless in front of him, looking up, the last fragments of that world falling like snow and vanishing before they hit the ground.

"It's over. I think." Dulkha said in a low voice.

Oskah stared into his eyes, nodding silently.

They were in the generator room. A lever was enough to adjust the energy to his maximum efficiency. Surely the Anatolians will be happy right now, Oskah thought.

They went back, without saying anything, without thinking about anything. The plant was as usual again, abandoned and depressing. The writing on the walls was gone, the haunted echoing voices remained, but only as distant echoes. The citizens of the disappeared city disappeared together with it, and with its creator.

When Oskah passed by the enchanted lake, he eyed him for a moment. He understood that it was now a mere lake, and nothing more.

The reconnaissance team was told they hadn't found anyone. The scout's corpse evaporated into thin air, no one knew where it was, and after a few days they didn't think about it anymore.

Fejha saw the two explorers returning, she was no longer so shy.

She ran up to them with a warm smile, a real smile.

The inhabitants of the city, for some reason, were no longer so afraid of the blindfolded boy.