Undisclosed secrets were kept inside antique grimoires like precious jewels well preserved in inaccessible treasure chests. While I was insensitive to the gripping cold wind of the night surrounding me, I fell into a state of torpor maintaining an absolute stillness. Although I had no particular attitude of letting events overwhelm me, I could not resist the escalation of events my fate decided to divulge to me. Memories drifted slowly through my mind, weighing down my heart like burdens too heavy to bear. That excruciating pain that tormented the deepest recesses of my heart had never left me alone, not even during the deepest sleep. And it was precisely in the deepest darkness that I rediscovered my secret refuge of peace and solitude. No mortal who happened upon those enchanting books would have been able to find—let alone decipher—the undisclosed secrets I myself had inscribed in my magical grimoires. Night became eternal, and I had become a creature of darkness, shunning the prying eyes of humankind, with whom I no longer had any connection. Silently, I listened to the melody of the stars gleaming in the gloomy sky like everlasting flames. The sound of faraway bells evoked spirits that seemed like the shadows of my fears, which had not yet dissolved into nothingness. The anguish I felt plunged me into an ocean of unease and a peculiar kind of mourning that deprived me of all my desires. Those undisclosed secrets I tried to preserve were no longer where I had placed them in the form of arcane symbols; in fact, my grimoires had become blank-page books immersed in the emptiness of oblivion. My memories faded away afterwards as if I were a creature with no past, living in a wintry realm where time had been obliterated. Regrets and disappointments turned my heart to stone, and nothing could touch my sensitive inner self anymore—not even the bitter, permanent loss of my most cherished undisclosed secrets.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: ancient grimoires
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Undisclosed Secrets
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In The Mystical Cavern
The mystical cavern of my dream was a mysterious, secret, candlelit haven where a magical altar stood as a marvel of enchantments and arcane knowledge. It was covered in a dark velvet cloth adorned with celestial patterns and held a glowing crystal ball, lit candles, ancient books, a skull, and a chalice. A very peculiar dwelling where I could take a glimpse of my desires burning like everlasting flames in my heart. I was surrounded by Asterion a mythical creature which was a large white-horned feathered dragon, looming gracefully over the table beside me. An ornate golden armillary sphere hung from above, alongside Aurelia, a translucent and glowing blue jellyfish floating near the little pond of dreams. Glowing white lotus flowers rested on the dark reflective water, which stretched into the misty depths of the cave. I could never have imagined that the existence of such a place could manifest itself, seeing as I suddenly found myself in the mystical cave. Asterion the dragon showed me my fate, including my expectations and delusions inside the glistening crystal sphere, which was spinning as if it were being gifted by an enigmatic power. From that moment on, I felt like a wave—part of an immense ocean, as if I was no longer ruling my own will and heart. All the golden candles flickered, and all the lotus flowers lit up as if some entity were controlling them. I felt simultaneously comforted and uneasy, as if I too were at the mercy of some dark power and unable to resist, given that all my fears had suddenly left me. In the mystical cavern, I felt at once defenceless and powerful—albeit with difficulty—and I had to turn my gaze upon my revealed fears. I felt the transience of my arduous destiny, fraught with hidden traps, while Aurelia the jellyfish hovered and swirled above me, beckoning me to face the perilous path that could be glimpsed in the distance. I was willing to abandon that otherworldly place to embark on a new adventure, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, yet I was so overwhelmed by a sense of anguish that I could not bring myself to leave the place that was closest to my heart. I felt the intrinsic sensation of having become an ethereal creature of the mystical cavern and nothing any longer could determine my departure, not even the most impetuous longing. I was but a bizarre and evanescent unearthly being linked permanently to my beloved and very peculiar abode. The blue shining water of the occult pond let me read arcane rhymes linked to my fortune like extremely complicated riddles. Chaos and dizziness had overwhelmed me to the point of losing contact with my wisdom. In reality, there was no reality because fantasy was the only empirical evidence of my existence. I was not real. I was just one of the several wonders in that marvellous realm in the mystical cavern, where every dream and every nightmare took tangible form. And now more than ever I could drink from the chalice of oblivion and learn by heart every witchcraft and enchantment kept in archaic grimoires. There was no end of life. Everything transmuted into eternity and infinity. No anguish nor sorrow nor grief could have grabbed my heart again. Foremost oblivious delights in infinite dreams. Forever. In eternity.
Elisabetta Esther