A rustic chandelier hung softly from the ceiling of a large room, from which lights hung and illuminated the extensive room. The walls were painted a fervent red, with carpets and curtains of the same color; denoting a taste for deep crimson. It was furnished with specimens of extreme quality, but granting a feeling of austerity, as they were not excessive in quantity.
An armchair of unknown material, revealing comfort only visually. A nightstand silently accompanied a large bed, with plain white sheets. At a moderate distance from the bed, a crib rested...
On the cradle, artistically adorned with intricate intricate craftsmanship, lay a baby in softness. A cute little creature sank freely, slowly and heavily opening its eyelids.
His eyes were not swollen, conveying a feeling of vitality. Her flawless skin, adorning her small face into a beautiful one.
His eyes communicated a certain hint of confusion, looking strangely and alertly at his surroundings. Beyond him, wooden bars that resembled those of a high-security prison simply presented themselves in his vision.
Time passed slowly, he neither gurgled nor cried, progressively accumulating enormous fatigue on his face, which expressed a trace of vicissitudes. Such an image did not match that of a newborn... But neither did it match Frederick!
Since he opened and closed his eyes, an inexplicable fatigue accumulated over his spirit, without fully responding to his age. With his limited action, he only dedicated himself to embodying the life of a spendthrift: embracing with comfort and extreme joy what life offered... But they were not beauties!
He had to gather his courage and accept his reality, hugging his blankets, sinking uncontrollably, being swallowed up by inexplicable comfort.
The ways in which he was enveloped were inexplicable; as if you will participate in a fantasy journey or belong to a heroic story. Ravenously consumed by the divine heat, delivered as a sinner, tearing through the land of dreams transported to reality. Like a gentle caress to the soul, which nourishes the spirit...
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god!"
"I adore you devote, latens deitas.
At hic látet simul et humánitas.
Quia te contémplans totum deficit.
In cúce latébat sola deitas".
Since he opened and closed his eyes, an inexplicable fatigue accumulated over his spirit, without fully responding to his age. With his limited action, he only dedicated himself to embodying the life of a spendthrift: embracing with comfort and extreme joy what life offered... But they were not beauties!
He had to gather his courage and accept his reality, hugging his blankets, sinking uncontrollably, being swallowed up by inexplicable comfort.
The ways in which he was enveloped were inexplicable; as if you will participate in a fantasy journey or belong to a heroic story. Ravenously consumed by the divine heat, delivered as a sinner, tearing through the land of dreams transported to reality. Like a gentle caress to the soul, which nourishes the spirit...
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god!"
"I adore you devote, latens deitas.
At hic látet simul et humánitas.
Quia te contémplans totum deficit.
In cúce latébat sola deitas".
Preserving his memories while incarnating the body of an infant was not Frederick's only curse. His senses had become involved in a poor performance compared to other days, acting but not knowing...
That was happening at that very moment: while he imitated and performed according to his memory of a gregorian chant, he writhed strangely between blankets, expressing himself through babbling that was incomprehensible to the outside.
But it was the tinkling of a bell that brought him out of his divine and graceful stupor.
Tinkling that enveloped him in a shade of sleep, transporting him to a memory. It was unforgettable and had taken root in his bones, like a lover's silk, the familiar sound: accompanied by his sense of hearing, was his vision... light.
Filled with light, it crouched and jumped as if it were helpless prey... In fact, it was. According to his memory, with great difficulty he had accustomed his vision to his surroundings, until finally observed beauty.
He delighted in the sight, not of the beautiful woman, but of the outside. Like a freedom partridge, he fled and got lost, enjoying the free feeling of a birth without complications...
At that moment, the characteristic jingle came from an accessory that belonged to a funny-faced individual. It was excessively decorated, with different pieces and minerals, offering the world an ostentatious and wasteful image.
The particular sound shocked and he sank like a rock in a lake. Normally it wouldn't cause considerable disturbance, but the state of the lake caused it to spread uncontrollably... That was his extreme tiredness mixed with his happiness at seeing it once again.
But still, with his uncontrolled mental state, he managed to maintain a certain level of awareness regarding his surroundings. He had developed a certain paranoia towards unknown situations, which could turn out both negatively and positively.
He warily surveyed his surroundings, trying to gain some small understanding.
But his eyes were greatly affected by the blinding light, to which he was not accustomed. Therefore, he placed all his hopes on his hearing ability, trying to find out his situation... He feared that he had been born in a certain popular neighborhood.
"Congratulations my Lady and Gentlemen, he is a healthy male." A voice exclaimed with slight excitement and relief in its tone.
"He... his name will be Federick." Said another that belonged to a woman, with clear weakness from her stuttering.
"Federick... It is indeed a name of a brave man, befitting dignity and reverence." A heavy voice said, carrying a certain degree of vicissitude in its thoughtful tone.
"Gentlemen and Lady... It is my honor and glory to order that today, the tenth day of the fifth month..."
Like a thunderclap, his mind was stirred into a violent maelstrom. With slight moans, his expression was disfigured into one of pain.
Despite his efforts, he had not understood a single word of what was said and even his head hurt. Surrendered to his unfavorable situation, he decided to open his eyes once again.
Which took a Herculean effort, but he finally achieved it...
Only to watch to his dismay, as a sharp gaze rested on his weak figure. I couldn't clearly see his face or features, but I thought I saw how calm or indifference was lodged in his eternal expression.
Which earned him a setback in his emotions, comparing his inherent aura to that of a lake.
Extremely different look and aura than the one he was currently encountering. His irises gave off curiosity like sparkles and grace accompanied his young figure.
They belonged to a young lady, dressed as a maid, and she was the one who had heard the ringing of the bell.
An act that had been carried out by the woman who was resting on the bed in her chambers, who at the same time was the young woman's mistress. He had called her with the intention of attending to his newborn son, upon hearing her glorious sacred babblings.
At the order, the young woman received the little one with her arms wide open, trying to be soft and comfortable. Observing for a moment the face that belonged to the little boy, he immediately took him to the vicinity of his mistress.
He acted with the utmost respect when addressing the woman who expressed weakness, allowing the newborn to abandon his hands to his mother's breast.
Who despite showing tiredness on her face, still exuded noble grace belonging to a high-born lady. She was beautiful like a flower, from whom countless hymns and poems would be inspired.
"Oh, my little Federick, did you miss your mother's warmth?" He said in a loving sigh.
He did not understand the words that the woman expressed with longing and love, but he still distinguished her name among them, with a slight alteration...
"Is your stomach growling by now? You would definitely make a good gladiator, haha!" The woman laughed with joy.
He wasn't a fool and had even watched her during her alleged birth...
It was a beautiful face that he would not forget even if he was drunk. If one would observe closely, beyond his facial features, one would find the virtuous realization of his restless love behind his smile and back.
His memory had been strangely failing lately, but he still remembered...
Immediately, a pain attentive in great folds against him. Again it was the recurring headache.
Like a light needle that was brewing and sinking deep into his eyebrows. Sometimes he suffered from pain, sometimes from cold, and sometimes from heat. Such an event constantly changed sensations, causing him quite a bit of stress.
Quickly... He fell asleep.
In parallel with his thoughts, Federick had been drinking his mother's breast milk. After an unknown amount of time, he had fainted in his mother's arms.
Situation that the lady, named "Pearl", was unaware of. He had been attentively receiving the latest news from his informant, his maid.
...
Federick was quickly devoured by his unconscious state, falling into a dark abyss that did not belong to dreams or nightmares.
Enveloped by an imaginary but thunderous heaviness, he immediately fell and fell...
Fortunately the calluses on his feet were strong, since when he finally fell on a hard surface, it did not cause him any damage.
The horizons were clear, a cyan color spread without borders or limits. The four horizons were free, without signs of life.
Under their feet a crystalline sea swayed in light waves. Through the glass, there were also noticeable white lines imperceptible to the eye.
Despite it being a supposed sea, in fact, it stood straight and upright on it. He immediately noticed how a child's body had developed for him, in this strange space.
His steps were accompanied by a cloud of steam, hiding the reactions he caused. His figure, face and limbs did not transform into the clarity of the water, remaining in the dark regarding his appearance.
I was doubtful as to why I got to that destination, but I didn't panic. He regulated his breathing calmly, trying to look beyond the horizons that conveyed hopelessness.
In this space there were no stars, sun and moon; but even so the illumination remained stable with no visible origin.
Under this zero weather, Federick had tried to walk towards the horizons, but resigned himself to a motionless position. He was sitting, reflecting through his latest memories.
At some point, a certain height around him had been covered by clouds of vapor. Phenomenon to which he does not pay attention, concentrating on his memories...
According to them, he had come to the resolution that he was safe and out of danger... But he still couldn't eliminate all possibilities from recent strange events he had experienced.
That's why he had resigned himself to sitting, to wait patiently for any change.
After a certain time, a wave suddenly emerged from the depths, impacting his figure. The wave did not cause him any damage, but it had caused him to take a few steps forward.
This event was repeated seven more times. A long time ago Federick was no longer sitting, instead, he remained upright trying to find out the origin but without success.
Even boldly, he had tried to make a dive from where the wave emerged. Unsuccessfully...
He had quickly reflected on different causes. Its origin there was strange. The limitless horizons, it was strange. The idea of the desert and the oasis, it was strange...
Despite devoting most of his thoughts to the cause, he was no genius; his mental speed was limited.
But still, he formulated hypotheses. His conclusion regarding the wave is that it worked according to one objective: to make it move forward. It wasn't likely but it was the most possible option.
According to his thinking, the most accurate hypothesis rested on the fact that this space had the objective of making him advance through his horizons. The environment was ideal, since every sentient being would try to find an escape or salvation, traveling through the seemingly limitless confines.
Either that or it had been sealed into an all-powerful object to instruct the next possessor; which sounded extremely idiotic and unrealistic... Yes, that's what I occupy my other thoughts with.
Reflecting, he decided to tactfully test his hypothesis. He advanced five hundred meters, but had no results. Decidedly, he sat down and waited again.
The same thing happened...
Faced with the supposed confirmation, he threw away the tact and advanced in strides. Like a swallow, he ventured beyond the limits.
When he reached a thousand meters, he felt a small difference in his condition.
With another thousand meters completed, the difference increased.
With another difference added, he felt his mental state clearing up. His thoughts were faster and longer.
Three thousand meters...
Two thousand meters...
A thousand meters...
Although he certainly didn't know it, he had completed nine thousand meters. Now, as if the pressure were suffocating him, he had been enveloped in continuous discomfort.
He understood that a cake wasn't free unless it was your birthday, and it wasn't his birthday...!
When it reached nine hundred and ninety-nine meters, there was a slight disturbance that quickly turned into chaos. The vast endless sea overflowed to a point in a cataclysmic manner.
But he stopped...
The sea stopped...
A wave engulfed him.
She was violently pushed by the wave for a few meters, exceeding ten thousand.
Finally, the summoning sea apparently suffered a climax. Overflowing and limitless, it broke at one point.
As if it were the depths of the ocean being exposed, an abyss brewed and cried out to the world. Long shadows, devouring every color present in the world.
From there, a long figure emerged, as if it were the devil himself. Slender in proportion and tall, his hair fell freely over his shoulders and across his back, acting like black worms, he had no recognizable features or face.
"Cain, my son." Different voices came and resulted in meaning from his direction.
"I didn't kill my damn brother... Well, because I didn't have one." Federick shouted boldly, returning to his words with slight embarrassment.
Suddenly, the figure was devoured in a voracious spectacle of black sardines that gathered in a circular copulation.
Its result was the presence of another being. His proportions were no longer uneven and he had a refined air about him... Although he still had no face.
He no longer wore sloppy rags and his hair was neat. It resulted in a completely different being.
"My sir". He said suddenly.
"Are you some dissociated personality of mine?" Federick asked, putting on his best expression.
"No, I'm not. Nature is similar, but in essence it is different." The figure responded with the same expression.
"How lucky I am, to be born schizophrenic, but not in an Asian family. Yes, lucky." Federick spoke, striking up a conversation by himself.
[My origin is not due to a mental problem, my lord]
"You mention that you don't come from it, but you indicate between the lines what origin you have. So, what is it?" Federick said, intending to follow the line of play with curiosity.
"A schizophrenic vagina?" I comment on the air.
"No, my lord; my origin lies in you, your existence. I have resorted to a crystallization of your wisdom in an understandable form, but originally I belong to your innate ability, your original power." He responded calmly.
"Okay... Understandable. So, according to your words, in some way: you are connected to me, and your existence is connected to my life." Federick began as he reviewed his thoughts carefully, looking for words to express himself; I was trying in some way to establish a life line with this unknown existence.
"You mention that you are a crystallization of, basically, my knowledge; therefore, you adapt a form that is not your original. Can you access my memories or consciousness?" Frederick asked.
He was doubtful and tense, since if it were true, it was a crucial point of extreme consideration.
In the outside reality, Pearl noticed how her baby was in a tense state, so she lovingly took off her upper garment to breastfeed the sleeping Federick.
This feeling was transported from outside to Federick, to whom it gave greater security and relieved his wrinkled forehead a little.
"My lord, you do not need to intrigue against me. And exactly as you say, I am connected to you, because we are the same homogeneous mixture in essence. As I have said, we are not only connected mystically, but spiritually; body and spirit; to the essence , to be part of the same being". The being whose name was unknown responded.
"Lord? Unknown existence? Reincarnation?" Federick mentioned to himself, reflecting.
"Could I've been a final boss in my previous previous life...?"