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Kayle of a galaxy

I asked the voice who are Kayles, it replied there is only one Kayle in one galaxy. “you are something like what is carbon-12 in the periodic table of chemistry and rest of the sentient things in the galaxy are the other elements, but nobody even Kayle himself doesn’t know this fact, in other words the life of a Kayle is directly proportional to the life of each entity of their respective galaxy, the constant is different for each entity of that galaxy. According to her, I was the Kayle of Drofolax galaxy, I asked her what it is she wants me to do now. Arizel replied that she controlled the minds of all the living things in Drofolax galaxy, they can feel her presence, but they are unable to communicate with her (she can make them do anything by ordering them in their minds, but they can’t distinguish between their own thoughts and thoughts created by her) and she doesn’t usually acquire any strange form as it leads to insanity among the living. Arizel can understand them, but they do not understand her, whatever good or bad she does everyone say it’s their fate so in order to prove her existence she needed someone who understood her as well as them. Among all the Kayles of the galaxies of Arindhara, I be the first who knows the language of the masters of the unknown powers completely, I will be Arizel’s voice now and together we’ll destroy Rakhtavar.”

PART 3 The Timebook of Clocks 'Whispers on the wind'

Ivanushka:

 

As I talked to the wind of sacrifice and dedication

It seemed amazed by the divine intervention.

Who owns the trees

Who runs the breeze

Who owns the serpent

Who rings the bell

Who plants the bombs

Who cries

Who eats the slice

What else do they fear besides faith

Mouse wins the frog race

I feel I am real

Only when I am alone

 

They talk to me in all the languages except the one I know, I don’t know whether they understand my language or not. They can come in any form, and each has a unique face but the master has no face, no identity, you only know when he is gone.

 

Alyonushka:

 

New blood joins this earth

And quickly she's subdued

Through constant pained disgrace

The young girl learns their rules

With time the child draws in

Deprived of all her thoughts

The young girl struggles on and on she's known

A vow unto her own

That never from this day

Her will they'll take away

Throughout her life the same

She’s battled constantly

This fight she cannot win

A tired girl they see no longer cares

You level me I'll level you

So I dub thee unforgiven.

 

Whenever a new soul enters universe an unknown power takes control over it and suppresses the primal nature of the soul. This unknown power may be sentient or it may be a machine driven by some mysterious energy, it may be good or evil. No one may ever know the story of the one who fought to free many souls like theirs from this unknown power but they know a name.

 

Ivanushka:

 

I do not know what to say, one thing I know I am anxious, troubled, restless, my heart is heavy, my body tense, my hands cold and sweaty, my speech is rushed, trying to say a hundred things at once. I do not know what I need... You do… In my anxious search, I fret and fume, running around in circles, while you fly silently nearby, infinitely patient, eager to help me, and wielding power beyond my needs. I feel like a barren wasteland, giving nothing getting nothing meaning nothing to anyone. I have dragged myself to mirage after mirage and yet I find myself rushing to the next false oasis. I seem a frustrating bundle of contradictions, I wonder if I will ever sort out the tangled threads of my life. I fear that others will not like me if I tell them what is really on my mind, my words sound foolish even to myself as I try to explain. I realize now that I am talking to someone who knows me through and through, you know my inmost secrets, my deepest desires and the very sources of my worry.

 

Alyonushka:

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead, where there is no path and leave a trail. You should be true for there are those who trust you, pure for there are those who care, strong for there is much to suffer and brave for there is much to dare. And when you come to a meeting of many ways and do not know which to choose, do not choose at random but pause and reflect, breath with the trusting deep breaths you took when you first came into the world; let nothing distract you, be still and listen in silence to your heart, when it has spoken to you rise up and follow it.

 

Ivanushka:  

 

On a long and lonesome highway

You can listen to the engines moaning out as one note song

But your thoughts will soon be wandering

The way they always do

And you feel the eyes upon you

As you’re shaking off the cold

You pretend it doesn’t bother you

But you just want to explode

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk

Other times you can

And you always seem outnumbered

You don’t dare make a stand

Make your stand

Out there in the spotlight

You’re a million miles away

And here I am on the road again

There I am - up on a stage

Here I go - playing star again

There I go - turn the page

Life it seems will fade away

Drifting further every day

Getting lost within myself

Nothing matters no one else

I have lost the will to live

Simply nothing more to give

There is nothing more for me

Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be

Missing one inside of me

Deathly lost, this can’t be real

Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now he’s gone

No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late

Now I can’t think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed

Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye.

 

Cold was my soul

Untold was the pain

I prayed when you left me

A rose in the rain

So I swore to the razor

That never, enchained

Would your dark nails of faith

Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb

I'm a prayer for your loneliness

And would you ever soon

Come above onto me

For once upon a time

On the binds of your loneliness

I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision

In my heart,

That barless prison

Discolors all with tunnel vision

Sick and weak from my condition

This lust, this vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission

Wicked with your charm

I'm circled like prey

Back in the forest

Where whispers persuade

More sugar trails

More white lady laid

The pillars of salt

Fold to my arms

Hold their mesmeric sway

And dance out to the moon

As we did in those golden days

Glistening stars I remember the way

 

Sorrow is my bread

And tears I drink as wine

Oblivion my happiness

Ground under teeth of time

For cold be the stone

When frost devours the land

Consolation is no gift for winter's icy hand

Upon a crust of snow

I'll lay my broken frame

What steel and iron won't take

I'll give in winter's name

If only I could breathe

To see the sun of may

But still longer are the nights than days

As I wither away.

Reverend, is this some conspiracy

Crucified for no sins

No revenge beneath me

Lost within my plans for life

It all seems so unreal

I'm a girl cut half in this world

Left in my misery

The reverend he turned to me

Without a tear in his eyes

It's nothing new for him to see

I didn't ask him why

Now I watch the falling rain

All my mind can see now is your face

Well I guess you took my youth

And gave it all away

Like the birth of a new-found joy

This love would end in rage

I will unlock my door

And pass the cemetery gates

Sometimes when I'm alone

I wonder aloud

If you're watching over me

Some place far abound

I must reverse my life

I can't live in the past

Then set my soul free

Belong to me at last

Through all those complex years

I thought I was alone

I didn't care to look around

And make this world my own

And when he died

I should have cried and spared myself some pain

You left me incomplete

All alone as the memories still remain

 

Alyonushka:

 

Lay beside me

Tell me what they have done

Speak the words I want to hear

To make my demons run

The door is locked now

But it's open if you're true

If you can understand the me

Than I can understand the you

Lay beside me under wicked sky

Through black of day dark of night

We share these bitter lies

The door cracks open

But there's no sun shining through

Black heart scarring darker still

What I've felt what I've known

Turn the pages turn the stone

Sick and tired I stand alone

Could you be there?

'Cause I'm the one who waits for you

Or are you unforgiven too?

She loves me not, she loves me still

But she'll never love again.

 

Ivanushka:

 

I'll tell you a story where there were three worlds namely X,Y and Z. X can contact only Y,Y can contact only Z, Z can contact only X. Now you whisper something to X, X will say that to Y; Y cannot reply to X but Y will say what they heard from X to Z and Z will forward that information to X, and then X thinking of it as a new information will say the same thing again to Y and since they have no memory this way the same information will keep on circling for eternity, but if something goes wrong as any imperfection in receiving or transmitting information occurs in any one of the world the information will change. X is me when I’m time. Arizel whispers something in my brain. Y are the Shanurians. Z are the inhabitants of the planet I live in right now. I have understood that sentient beings in my universe Upnafed are of seven types:

a) Those who don’t know anything about me. b) Those who can only watch my actions. c) Those who can only listen what I speak and noises around me. d) Those who are listening to my thoughts. e) Those who can do more than one of the above. f) Those who can even see my dreams and those who can alter them.

My planet is filled with machine people who pretend to do their work but also keep total knowledge about me, they know even if I lost a single strand of my hair and they never let me know this fact. They carry on their works as if I was one like them. I pursued signs and the chain of events preceding them; I started to bring changes in my behavior and started acting out my plans, and they always did something to counter my attempts. Sometimes I feel they listen to my thoughts, or they are tampering my life because, I get such signs; I am never sure about anything; they want me to think that either I am a miracle or some organization’s science project. I have realized by now that there are many parallel universes

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