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Story "The Artist" Chapter 9 Many Faces - One Soul
To Prologue of the Story "The Artist"
Once upon a time, when the worlds were fragmented, the roads were endless, and everything breathed with fire, I happened to hear this very simple, but painfully clear phrase "Valar morghulis", which meant from the Valyrian language "All people are mortal, and all must die."
Later, wandering through the universe, dying and reborn, I did not stop meeting those who still remembered these simple words. Those who remembered their faces, felt their imprint on their Selves.
The Soul can have many faces, and each has its own beautiful features, its own Self, its own charm and uniqueness. But it seems that this is why humans are so faceless, nameless, and souls move from one body to another, as if flowing through endless silver threads of the astral worlds.
In silence and solitude I have found her again, she had a new face, new eyes, new body but her soul is still peaceful, deep, fragile and shimmers with its unique glow. It is like she is smiling at you from the inside. And then I have realized that no matter what face she has in this reality, she will always be familiar, dear and gentle in the endless labyrinths of time and worlds.
Story "The Artist" Chapter 9 Many Faces - One Soul
To Prologue of the Story "The Artist"
Once upon a time, when the worlds were fragmented, the roads were endless, and everything breathed with fire, I happened to hear this very simple, but painfully clear phrase "Valar morghulis", which meant from the Valyrian language "All people are mortal, and all must die."
Later, wandering through the universe, dying and reborn, I did not stop meeting those who still remembered these simple words. Those who remembered their faces, felt their imprint on their Selves.
The Soul can have many faces, and each has its own beautiful features, its own Self, its own charm and uniqueness. But it seems that this is why humans are so faceless, nameless, and souls move from one body to another, as if flowing through endless silver threads of the astral worlds.
In silence and solitude I have found her again, she had a new face, new eyes, new body but her soul is still peaceful, deep, fragile and shimmers with its unique glow. It is like she is smiling at you from the inside. And then I have realized that no matter what face she has in this reality, she will always be familiar, dear and gentle in the endless labyrinths of time and worlds.