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Among the midst of the night sparkling stars and the lady of the nights watched me lost in the woods, both of my mind and my surroundings. The whistle of some old, rusty and autumn-like leaves was heard from a distance. Obscurity blocked my vision, even though the lady of the nights lured me into her sensuous arch. The delicate but mighty wind pushed me into a night no different than yours. My bluish hands ached, and my heart beat fast enough to unleash a hectic expression of hate. I cannot find myself.
We had gone hunting; a male white tail deer was the prey. A deer that is proud enough to eat near a pack of wolves, and leave at the least chance of danger. We left early in the morning. The road was strenuous. On my way I found broken twigs and dead branches, some of them covered with cobwebs refusing to feel noticed by me poor vision. From the distance I barely saw shadows as they moved swiftly and harmoniously in the forest enchanting the visitors’ unaware minds. The fog thickened and the silhouette of my recently dead mother embraced me with passion. Was it my mother or another delusion created by me? The group of hunters split and I took another way within the woods. A path that would lure me into me. I kept with my way regarding closely at the fallen leaves that had perished days before when the icy wind blew them down, I approached to a thorny bush, opened its frail twig, approximated my head and saw that my destiny was not an undemanding one. Inside the bush there were creatures that tormented my soul every footstep I took. Creatures with vicious fangs, fierce paws, yellow eyes packed with resentment, and a green demon called Vyen that followed me from afar trying to devour my soul whenever I left my guard down. Vyen had been chasing me even when I was in the town. She was always near me at a prudent distance that even though it was prudent it disturbed my fragile mental condition. I felt her ghastly body and her frigidly putrid hand as she touched me on the elbows like a withering flower looking for youth or for any other virtue of mine. Her enormousness overwhelmed me, her eyes red as rage were the windows to my soul or the future, I really cannot tell for sure. I once tried to look at her fixedly; I turned my head upwards, and saw a rather confusingly aberrant narrative. I saw in her eyes many men and women without a face, and without an unambiguous identity. They were surrounding me as they wanted to set me on fire and pierce me with a kind of pointy trident. Abruptly a pair of imps blocked my vision as they came near me from Vyen’s eyes, and scared me away setting my face that had been burned by their sharp pikes lit with Greek fire. Soon I found the language of dead nature, of dead particles, of debris of my life. Yet I did not understand it at first.
I got close to a natural gorge made of blackened basalt that revealed the ages of the earth. The chasm was as deep as the emptiness of my soul. I almost fell inside Hydra’s throat. I lied down watching how sharp stones pierced my soft flesh with a tyrannous precision. Part of me wanted to crawl and tear the ruby flesh of mine. It was a sweet sensation sweeter than vanquishing the existence of any form of life. I felt how I severed my body, and the newborn raindrops caressed my wound and the stones that crossed my leg from one end to another. I turned my head upwards and I saw in the distance a weakened breath of light alluring me to stand up and walk relentlessly towards the prefabricated construction that surrounded that light. Each time I felt more distant. Vyen’s faceless expression approached mine; her lips exhaled a warm and reconfirming breath mastered with proficiency, a vituperate tongue came in and out of her lifeless lips sensing my nervousness and tempting me despair. She kissed me fervently and started to drain my energy, space began to distort, the trees became black and the fog became many. I stood up and saw that the fog acquired human faces rather expressionless and vacant. The fog was aware I wanted to reach the cabin which was now more illuminated, more farsighted and rather more baffling. I walked heavily towards the lodge. Precarious heavy footsteps I took as I was wearing a pair of lead boots. It was not lead, it was fog that was grabbing my legs and hyper extending them. I felt that in one moment or another my legs would break apart forming whimsical drops or ruby crystals that would float in the air and hue the fog like the color of the first drop of blood spilled by a recently shot wild pigeon. I felt that my place was the cabin neatly furnished with my carnal desires. The walls painted with my endless fears. Afraid of myself? A fear to my soul? I belonged there and I knew it, rather knowing it is subtle but an immense feeling that stripped my soul from the inside.
I stayed frozen, there were crows following me, piercing my body with their scornful eyes. Their caws and gossiping were unsupportable. They laughed at my slow walk. They thought the worst from me, they anguished I would tumble and fall into a profound sleep that I would not be able to wake up, they also desired fervidly that I would get lost in Icarus’ labyrinth. One of them pierced my ear and entered my body. It hammered my heart constantly, severed my lungs, all my organs, but that did not matter. It could not manage to obliterate the deepest part of my soul though it reached one of the first layers where it surely must have seen black eroded soil where endless trees emanated a black oily liquid. It had remained untouched for a brief time, but it realized that if it went deeper he would not survive, it would get lost within my thoughts and my fears. It left my body covered with blood. It flew and shook off the reminiscent liquid that remained suspended in the air. I could no longer stand the crows flying around me entering my body, violating my integrity in the midst of my probable but unsure unconsciousness. I ran as fast as I could, and reached the chalet with some difficulties that my legs, arms can later tell the story about them. I looked up, but the lady of the nights was not there where it should have been. Instead there was a show of shambling shaken shadowy specters crossing the unearthly sky looking at me ruefully as if they knew the reason why I desired so vehemently to arrive to the log cabin. That reason which I have only found little evidence of reminded me of my desire to leave the town, and feel somehow free from those brainless and selfish beings called humans. I did not go out to hunt an animal. The uncanny caws from the coldhearted crows were a little souvenir from them, always throwing lies, and trying to be my friends intending to grab a piece from my delirious lands. The breaking of the now utterly indigo branches reminded me of their constant wars for territory. The woods were my jail and my escape simultaneously. The town wanted to devour me rapidly and without chewing me. I finally got to the cabin. I opened the wooden door with an inscription that said Vyen in tortorum or so I imagined it stated that message. The crows were outside the cabin waiting for me observing me with their prying eyes. I took a rifle that stood next to a wall. It was loaded with pointy rusty bullets. I pointed. I shot at them, but they laughed at me. Suddenly they left me in despair. A yellowy vapor emanated from the tiles of the floor. Vyen had arrived; I felt that the air grew putrid. A bizarre look from her widespread reddish eyes crammed with rapacious rage, delusional anger, uncontrollable anxiety, shook my soul with a daring fear erasing me slowly. She left me there lying in the floor just like a bundle of rags that were not needed in that shameful condition. She always tried to kill me, but she did not make it true. She desired to see me suffer more and more. Moments of delusion followed this event. I only recall that my body was pierced, punctured, stabbed by the floor of the lodge. I felt nothing as I was like a shadow. A specter bound to be left apart, torn apart by crows.
Her kiss seemed to finish and I went back to meet my partners of hunt. I felt that within me the search of dread had increased exponentially. I took my rifle. I loaded the bullet. I shot. I killed. I returned to the town. I loaded the bullet. I shot. I killed. I returned to the city. Vyen’s kiss was everlasting, my intelligence, my culture, my wits, my courage, my determination were drained by the crows. I loaded the bullet. I pointed. I lie down on the floor. The crows are within me. The sweet raindrops are caressing my wound as my soul began to dance with the fog, and climb up to the lady of the nights.