Reminder;
" The novel * The Era of the Gifters * is not a traditional biography; rather, it is an exploration of my journey and adventures within the framework of various events. This work, which reflects my life and thoughts, brings together my critiques and moments from life shaped by the challenges and experiences I've encountered. This innovative fantasy novel delves deeply into human psychology and nature, offering insights and critiques throughout my journey as the main character. Due to its mature themes, I strongly advise against readers under the age of 18 reading this book.
- Arda Yıldırım, Author.
An autumn day in Earth/2024.
The sound of autumn was getting louder day by day, trees were shedding their leaves and trying to adapt themselves to the changing structure, birds were shedding their wings and accompanying each other for the last time on the tree leaves accompanying autumn. Along with the falling leaves, the wind was knocking on the surrounding houses, heralding the coming winter and entering the sleeping Arda Yıldırım's room with the window open.
The wind that entered the room knocked down the pen on the lamp table and Arda Yıldırım started to wake up from his sleep with cold and his hands frozen and red. He opened his eyes suddenly in his lethargic state and after putting the pen back on the floor and turning off the light, he started to walk towards the window at dark room with his feet that were too cold to feel the coldness of the floor and straightened his messy clothes. He reached the edge of the window and as he watched the night fall, ignoring the bird and the sound of autumn that he had been hearing for months, he raised his head and looked at the moon that was beginning to make itself known in the distance, the city lights suddenly reached his eyes and he began to watch the city and look at the passing cars and people in the distance.
Quietly but calmly with the nostalgic feelings he disliked and the discomfort of his body, Arda Yıldırım's heart was filled with compassion and desire. He took a few steps forward and looked out the window again starting to listening the sound of the wind like flowing water. As he watched the city illuminated by the falling darkness, His consciousness suddenly started to burn as he looked at again and again the people who looked like ants from a distance.
With sudden emotional changes in the light of his own feelings, He stepped outside with cold steps and opened his arms under the darkening sky, his entire life passing through his mind like a watermark, The fresh air was hitting his face and waving his long black hair along with the darkness of the night.
Looking at the rising moon, Arda Yıldırım's heart was filled with desire. As he looked at other people and seeing and feeling their lifes, doors of light in his heart were beginning to open even wider. With the silence of the wind, the light in his heart finally began to hit his thoughts. Actually he never saw himself as a human being with seeing his own humanity and seeing himself, seeing his own arrogance and his own ego, seeing his own compassion and seeing the hatred and lust he doesn't have, once he used them to get on and even continue to his own path with them, he once also saw worldly beauties and worldly difficulties, and has repeatedly witnessed the harmonious birth of hatred and compassion. He had achieved his own will and control over his own future and himself, along with his own past, but looking back I am completely tired of them. He loved the Arda Yıldırım that created by the difficulties and beauties of this world, but by today he had already cut off his desire from this world.
With the thoughts of nostalgic feelings hitting his mind, he saw a broken stone on the ground. Looking back he saw only a poor child playing with stones, he was once rejected but did not want to reject, he was once saw hatred which then gave birth to compassion, he cried once again, but suddenly he also cried without shedding tears. Arda Yıldırım saw his life and personality sharply shaped by the world, as time passed, he starting went deep into his heart and starting to heard his own voice. He also saw the cruelty of the world and its beauty at the same time. When he came to the present, he saw the difference and himself in the seemingly similar days that passed one after another, As he thought and words untied the knots in his soul, he closed his eyes and asked himself.
What was Arda Yıldırim's wish?
Taking a deep breath, the knots of Arda Yıldırım's heart were being untied one by one, silently ; I wanted to rise above all odds! To heights that no one could possibly imagine. This desire didn't stem from his fear of the feelings that challenges might bring, nor from any emotion of losing. Arda Yıldırım was having fun during at this stage, On the contrary, Arda Yıldırım cherished this process and the meaning that this journey held in his life. Once and forever he was beyond the challenges and above everyone else, he longed to see the essence of existence and glimpse the undefinable. To be above the odds, to be above everyone! Only then person can strip away worldly attachments fully and perceive reality in all its starkness. What is love? What is desire? What is sin? For Arda Yıldırım, they were just pale rose petals that flowing in the endless river of illusion. He had already witnessed the wretchedness of humanity as a human being and not be bound by his own consciousness, but for him this height was nothing more than a little child clinging to a big mountain as he look up at the clouds and the moon and stars above this world. He wanted to go even further and was in search of his own truth or his own illusion. This was the path on which Arda Yıldırım moved forward, and to which he really wanted chose to bring meaning in his own pitiful life.
After the thoughts and goals he had gone through in his mind, The calm Heart of Arda Yıldırım's began to break the silence of the night and shouted calmly with the words full of ambition.
I will be like the real sun in this life! Someone who can will to want, someone who won't be overwhelmed by the suns, someone who reflects his own light on the poor moons!
For these earthly gifts. Morals are beneath me! Humanity is beneath me! Sins are beneath me! And I too shamelessly beneath them!
After his rising heart and passion, Arda Yıldırım's body began to collapse to the ground, accompanied by the trembling and cold wind, the moonlight hits his eye sockets as if applying ointment to his black eyes that are closed slowly and represent the darkness of the night.
As his unconscious body became more harmonious in the dark underbrush, the clouds that started to hide the moonlight blocked the way of the moon a whisper from the sky surrounded Arda Yıldırım's unconscious body. His body, which displayed his helpless humanity, began to rise to the sky with the whisper that came under the magnificence of the world. As his body rose upwards, like paper burning in front of a match, it began to melt and blend even more with the lustful and passionate power of the world.
The wind fanned the flames of his body is also helped the birds in the sky soar. With the birds and insects accompanying the night, the last part of his black hair that was starting to show itself in the darkness of the sky mixed into the air and turned into dust with finally, his remaining desires were actually as worthless as the dust grains he left behind in the air.
The whisper that was engraved on his body began to float in the air without being heard.
At the end of human and someone's dreams, why are you all too blind to see? After seeing Arda Yıldırım's harmony with the soil from the moment he fell to the ground and looking at his helpless body that was burning and turning into dust, looking at the end of him end and end of us; Our pride and our desire, our humanity and our morality, aren't you all also tired of them like him?