Phantom
Phantom…
The
obscurity of oneself, to hide behind false looks, to exist by just appearance,
hollow on the inside. Phantom pain forming a delusion and an illusion of false
existence. No a creation of a one sided retribution, one side to a coin.
Phantom vision, something elusive or visionary, the visual prowess to see
what’s not seen or to only see what can be seen…
He
sighed in frustration. The woods where getting darker and so was the outcome of
his hallow torch. And yet he had no clues to the riddle on the stone floor. Only
to beat around the bush with his thoughts as the riddle played with his mind,
progressing in wasting more time. The man in the town warned him of the night
time, and now he could see why. The forest looked as if it was being devoured
by the hungry night, waking the beasts of the night to crawl out from their
nook and cranny.
What
started as a journey in search of a myth, now seemed like a possibility of a
true finding, as the puzzles and riddles became more complicated in each site.
A ruffle in the bushes and a distant roar, brought his mind back from its drift
and focused his senses on the riddle.
“What can’t be seen and can be seen.” He murmured to himself. The wheels in his head began
to turn, the light bulb above his head getting some current. His mind went to
work.
Many
are born with one kind of vision, the vision of the physical, while some are
blessed with supernatural vision having sight that can see in two dimensions,
the realm of the physical as well as the spiritual. But one has the ability of
both he thought to himself. Then what can
be seen and can’t be seen, he thought to himself.
His
deep thoughts suddenly distracted by the weight of darkness slowly consuming
his surroundings. He rushed to his torch but two steps late as it dies off and
the weight of the night circulates him completely.
He
slumped in defeat, and sat down staring at his surroundings, for a second he
forgot about the task at hand. He looked at the sky. He was amazed by the
beautiful night sky, the constellations not like any he had ever seen. The moon
bright full and clear. The stars shining bright like a diamond. Wow!!
What
can’t be seen can’t be seen he concurred but in a context of the inner visual
prowess, seeing with the heart and not the…
He
stopped short as the moonlight slowly highlighted an inscription on the stone
floor. He ran to it, just as the final letter came to light.
M O N P A H T
He
quickly scribbled the letters in his journal, then went through it wondering
what it meant, but to no avail. He went through the languages he knew but still
no answers. He studied the inscription closely, then he ran his hands on the
letters. Then all the letters highlighted a warm blue in response to his touch.
He
picked his journal and read the riddle again, and again, and again. Looking for
what stands out. On his 6th read, he stopped on the line that read
phantom vision.
He
dropped the journal and touched the letter p, and it highlighted to its touch.
Then he spelled out the letters on the stone floor. Nothing happened, for
almost 10 seconds. Then the letters began to glow brighter and brighter till a passage
burst through the stone floor. . Beneath the passage an inscription highlighted
word by word.
“THE PHANTOM JOURNEY AWAITS.”
TO
BE CONTINUED…
M?STER?***
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