Federick was already able to understand the words said by his mother; He had ceased to be a complete stranger to the common language, but he still did not master it as well as a native.
The vocabulary was extensive and fine, not typical of an underdeveloped language. Despite this, it sounded like forklifts colliding...
But her mother did not allow her any space to reflect on the meaning of her words. She lifted him into her arms and wrapped them around him, practically cobwebs for his fragile state.
His mother's warmth was amazing. Although he didn't understand it, he felt an inherent connection with her. It was probably due to his status as a baby...
But without much talk, they had finally set out on a journey. It was at that moment that he realized that it was his chance: he opened his eyes to their maximum extent and immediately observed the surroundings with attention and suspicion, not allowing a fly to leave his attention... Or probably he did.
His effort paid off, having enjoyed the forgotten experience; and even caused him to summon old memories of his long journeys that extended for endless periods.
Since the surroundings were painted as if it were the setting for a work of art: an image that breathed antiquity, combining nature with civil architecture; which achieved a sublime and harmonious feeling.
One could quickly let go of worries and desires, sinking into the image with the mind clear. Sailing and crashing, enjoying.
There were large trees that occasionally shed their leaves through the action of a light wind; and there were ponds that received it and watched over it.
Swirling flowers were present along much of the path, stretching out endlessly.
But it was only temporary, like a lost dream; The wonderful scene was quickly forgotten in his memories, his vision being replaced by a long hallway with no apparent end.
It was simple but still conveyed an elegant feeling to the observers. But its most outstanding particularity was its ability to exude and transport visitors to a timeless and serene feeling.
But this serenity was quickly cut short upon reaching an open room, the silence that ceased with the present noise. There was diversity, men and women, elderly and elderly, children and infants.
Only from this scene did he notice a striking peculiarity: the clothing. He, the children and infants present, shared the particularity of being well dressed and clean, neat.
But the men were the most outstanding among those present, dressing in a pronounced way. They did not have long clothes, with no intention of hiding skin but neither of showing it excessively; some resembled togas and others were unbuttoned shirts, with light colors predominating. This fact revealed decent muscles among the many men, suggesting a healthy culture.
But his train of thought was nipped in the bud due to the entrance of an old man. Who dressed in white and neat, sporting ostentatious hair and a large vertical beard; He looked like an old Taoist from a Chinese movie.
He spoke words with great eloquence and skill, wasting saliva, simulating a haughty and benevolent image.
But her next words were of great impact to him. He finally recognized the truth, why he was here.
"System, tell me, is there any reliability in this tradition." Federick asked doubtfully, because this reality, if so, was swirling violently and striking with its mortal reality.
[Sir, I do not need the action of making any deductions, due to the increasing energy, distant but close, confirm your words]
The confirmation of his strange but reliable tool had been a violent generational slap in the face. Forcing you to reframe your previous and current thoughts.
But an action by the old man had distracted him. As if it were a model coming out of a swimming pool, she turned around with her high and visible cheekbones, small nose and big lips.
They had resumed their walk towards a new destination, much to Federick's anxiety. His thoughts galloped freely, not allowing him to rest in any way.
After a short period, they had finally reached the place that Ben Stailer referred to... The old man. Where a particular natural light was gathered, the cause of a strange nature that climbed the walls and ceiling.
The atmosphere was already approaching, supernatural events. Silence, tranquility, calm and serenity... As if they were caused by an actor, destiny.
But there was something that called to him, breaking this artificially created serenity. As if they were a thousand horses and three tigers, loose and frantic.
"War... War... WAR!"
Voices murmured in his mind, giving him a headache. But from one moment to the next, as if it were a magical act, they stopped.
Higher stocks in the food chain caused terror in lower ones...
Despite being a baby, once again he had to take responsibility: opening his eyes he observed the surroundings. In addition to the vines there were two elements spaced apart in each corner; There wasn't much to highlight, apart from the feeling of timelessness it conveyed.
He'd had to use his vision for a lot lately... He was thinking of labeling it as child exploitation.
When they got closer, he visualized that it was a bell and a fountain. According to his memories, it looked like an oriental bell; It had a certain opaque proportion between its colors that were released by the action of indefinite time, but some drawings present in it were still observable. They were clumsy, beginner's drawings, but they conveyed emotions!
Superficially it seemed to be out of control, being an individual existence that was unknown to those present; but a wave of supernatural power spread from the old man, which quickly sealed the abnormal behavior.
The wave had acted like a wind devoid of life, essentially maintaining chaos. But a strange paper was inside, containing the strong sealing intention.
The old man gave a final honorable mention in a few words and immediately opened the ribbon for the long-awaited ceremony. To this event, Federick did not pay attention, diverting his concentration.
In succession events happened, disappointment or excitement, they were none of his concern. Rather, he was interested in the elements and drawings that belonged to the bell.
Fortunately he did not have to access the strange space to communicate with little dog, so he did so immediately trying to find out the origin.
"Three heavenly shits, grant me information regarding the drawings, please."
Although he didn't like arrogance, he was polite to its limits...
[Currently, action is impossible for me, my Lord. This is because it would lead to premature death due to extreme energy drain. I have calculated it and that would be the most promising result]
A voice that carried vicissitudes echoed in his mind.
"You have misunderstood me... I do not mean that you discover the origin or meaning of these drawings, but that you simply present them to me. I am in a distant position and I cannot distinguish them." Federick responded patiently, explaining the misunderstanding.
[That's easy, Sir: at the bottom there is a sequence of actions, of a woodcutter managing to cut his firewood. I find it quite illustrative]
"..."
[A great temple stretches across the sky, without the need for a support. Floating above the firmament as if it belonged to the gods]
[Around him, his four directions, down as well as up; There is the presence of several individuals, angry or sad, desolate or in ecstasy. There are indistinguishable figures... According to my analysis, they are ascetic monks, warriors wearing luxurious and dignified armor, people on ancient beasts, beggars... At the top, an indistinguishable Existence forms the upper stage]
[At the bottom there is another sequence of movements; In this one, an angry ascetic monk lunges forward and smashes the head of a suspected demon into pieces with his open palm.]
This left Federick a little dismayed, but he guessed that it was just a characteristic of this world... He immediately tried to expand his thoughts by reflecting on the 'why'.
But at that moment something unexpected happened, which swept away his original thoughts; bright lights swirled in front of him.
The lights finally transformed into an ethereal illusion in the shape of a spear, which was superimposed before the image of a little girl. This fact immediately confirmed the present mysticism, implicitly expressed by Dong Hua Tonto.
This surprised him deeply, to the point that it made him change his expression. He didn't even have room to think, because it was immediately his turn to try.
His mother's warm and soft hands were exchanged for old and wrinkled ones.
Expectations were rife from the previous display and his noble status even within the family.
And without ceremonial mysticism, his head was given in adoration to the cold liquid... In reality, only a few light folds were submerged in it. But the jokes ended when he received a significant impact that made him doubt life: his head began to resonate with the waves produced in the source and his eyebrow vibrated to the deepest and innermost cortex.
At that moment he surrendered to Morpheus, unwillingly sinking into a heavy sleep. He had been knocked unconscious; but he quickly regained his senses.
But its surroundings were swapped, as it was in a different space; away from wrinkled hands. In this unknown place he had once again obtained the contiguity of an adult body; but in reality it was an empty vessel, without flesh, blood or organs.
But the space changed again in front of his eyes, as an illusion arose as if it were a hallucination. It was a fountain with signs of timelessness, from which auspicious splashes could be heard.
Where he was was covered by fog, where only he and the fountain were; from which jumped a fish of pleasant life, from which nine supersonic waves expanded.
He acted arrogantly, once again falling into the water of the fountain, splashing his surroundings without regard. Where it had passed, its previous path, a halo of vertical light had emerged that produced nine intricate arrays around it, enveloping the halo like circular plates.
Naturally, Federick did not understand the implications of this illusion; but intuitively information arrived at the doors of his mind, an instant and strange knowledge.
"He, explorer and conqueror, to whom belong the soles soiled with unknown lands; with the possibility of traveling through the nine upper sequences, leaving a trail of existential recognition."
Unfortunately for Federick, some words were indistinguishable to him, nor could he continue listening as his energy was drained and gave him a headache. Thus, like a prostitute, he was discarded without consideration from this unknown space.
Finally he returned to reality, where he observed petrified reactions. The emotions of the periphery were inexplicable with words; They were so chaotic that they were exchanged between all individuals in a cycle, like regressive waves.
The old man who dispensed with the scene as an authority was no exception, switching between shock and perplexity. But he was professional and had already memorized the process, allowing the boy to ring the bell; where, for what I consider natural, he received seven sounds coming from the bell, without producing any illusions.
Elder Ben Stailer had a funny expression, due to his shock that he still couldn't give up. But a noise acted like a wheel that broke the harmonious atmosphere of commotion.
The child's mother had fallen to her knees in extreme shock. His knees and shoulders were weak, watching Federick carefully.
"How-how can this be possible...? The prophecy of the Goddess. The prophecy of the Goddess." Pearl repeated uncontrollably, losing the characteristic shine in her eyes.
...
"The Crown Prince of Wisdom is born."
"The Crown Prince of Wisdom has emerged."
"The crown prince to the wisdom of this age."
They were the incongruous comments of the crowd, who still could not settle into earthly reality. They were still lost in their imaginative and recreational spaces.
"Federick, three weeks: A total of nine waves in the source, producing a vision, and has sounded seven times. Demonstration: unprecedented, performance directed at intelligence." The old man said, connecting his words with difficulty...