miércoles, 23 de diciembre de 2015

The Return

By: Fernando A. León A.


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November’s night is time of gatherings and going backs.
For some, perhaps, it’s another chance to go to bed,
For others, the hope of leaving the grave.

Run, quick. Go live your dreams, don't stop...
Run, we don't have any more time...


In the middle of the night and at its deepest darkness, another day finally dies. Perhaps, it is just an illusion. Perhaps, it is just time to rise up and make better decisions. I am alone in this chamber while the cold shiver of that recurring memory, of that nightmare, torments me once again.

We are not as different or far away from those celestial bodies, but greed is stronger, the concern for the mundane. Memories are not comfortable or voluntary; they emerge and vibrate skin deep with memories of life. Exile is a private puzzle. You live in a land transformed into islands adrift, in memory. When returning, the traveler longs for getting back to something left behind and traveling back in time. Then, the hardest part starts. Life is a constant Utopia, in an inexistent place beyond desire. Life is nowhere, in a ship adrift, in an endless dream. Then, returning to the land of childhood is no longer an option. That stays on the memory, the furthest memory. Recurrent thoughts are like returns; the old stay and the new never fully come. What is to return if not a memory of what it used to be?

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Selene: Please, Sigel. Could you be more reasonable? They've always had that right. We cannot simply condemn them to oblivion. Death is not a prison. Don't you remember? There are always exceptions. 

Sigel: That I understand perfectly Selene, but it is too dangerous. Listen to me, please. You cannot toy around with that one who still calls himself monarch. All of this smells a rat. Last year, he was about to mess with the order of times. Do you remember that? Without the timely intervention of Catrina, he and his army of crazy followers would have caused lots of chaos and panic among the living and the dead.

Selene: Sure I remember, that was on the line, but think about those who are gone, gone. If we don't let them go at least once per year, they will be forgotten. You know that being forgotten is even more dangerous that dying, right? Do you know what it feels like to be condemned to wander alone in time? 

Sigel: Yes I do. Please, remember that he is capable of organizing a barricade, a riot, anything. From the underworlds, we cannot control what they do. I don't know if he is reckless, irresponsible or a genius. Selene, we must be extra careful this time... or else... that Lord Oni is going t...

Selene: (Interrupts taking her index finger to Sigel's mouth...Then she gently kisses him with passion)... I promise nothing wrong will happen. Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed today? If it makes you feel better, I will even ask Catrina to keep an eye on them... Come on, it is their only day to get drunk, eat until they explode. It is their moment to remember when they were alive. They need to visit their beloved ones; nothing more will happen. 

Sigel: Fine, fine. I trust you are doing the right thing... but they need to face the music this time. (He holds her waist softly and slowly while getting even closer) Do you know what I am thinking?

Selene: (Laughs)... I appreciate very much your trust. Remember November 2nd is also our day. 

Sigel: I do trust you, and you know it. I don't trust the one who does not accept his own death and threatens with breaking the order of the Universe!

Selene: I'll give the keys to Catrina so she can take care of everything and take the bull by the horns… Don't you worry, it will be fine!

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Lord Oni: (Talking out loud) I want to go back there! I do not care if you do not get the permission yet! I am your monarch and I demand it! Who are those bastards to try to stop me? Get me those bloody keys right away!

(In soliloquy, calming down while looking at the mirror)

Why would I!? Yes, I, I, have to ask for permission to go to the world that kneeled after me? Never had I to ask for permission, scoundrels!! I will annihilate you all; one by one... None will remain alive! ... I must go, dear little mirror; do not be sad for that; I shall be back soon. Even though I should not have to... URGH!!! I am morose and upset for not being able to return right now and having to depend on those incompetents. 

(A servant enters in a hurry)

Servant: My Lord, Catrina is here and wants to talk to you. She says it's urgent. 

Lord Oni: Let her in, do not be stupid! 

Catrina: My Lord, Selene interceded for all of you and you will be able to go out tonight as promised, but please, I beg you... do not make any trouble this time... it is imperative to keep the balanc...

(Lord Oni interrupts abruptly)

Lord Oni: Look at you, pretty! (He grabs her by the waist and seduces her) How you doing? You know your visits are always welcome and so is your good news... (He pushes her against the wall and starts to molest her) ...

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Catrina: (Crying inconsolably) What have you done!?

Lord Oni: (Proud and laughing) I did what I had to do, anything you would expect from the next Lord of the Universe!

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Catrina kept on crying and collapsed on the floor. Catrina cried enormously over the dead bodies of Selene and Siegel. Why did he betray her if she gave herself to him completely? How could she have a crush on someone so evil? She knew that in millions of years another Sun and another Moon would appear. Existence would not be the same anymore until that point. Now, there was no way to manage the border between the world of dead and the world of the living. Catrina decided to immolate herself before facing the sinister greed of Lord Oni one more time. Catrina took with her own thread, the daughters of Erebos, who were nothing more, not anymore. 

A few hours earlier, Lord Oni seduced Catrina who could not resist the monarch’s flirtation. Even though she was in charge of managing life and death, she had a crush for that demanding puppet master. Surprisingly for Lord Oni, the keys he stole from Catrina granted him access to the chamber where Selene and Sigel were sharing moments of the deepest intimacy. There was no more Sun and no more Moon, only vestiges of blood left on the carpet by the despicable attack of Lord Oni. In a fleeting eclipse, Selene and Sigel passed away silently. Lord Oni's sword pierced simultaneously both bodies; night and day emitted their last blaze together, followed by an ephemeral red light that bathed the horizon. That was the last time they were ever seen before darkness and desolation took control, and that was only the beginning. 

All spirits went back to Earth in a fleeting resurrection and started a homicidal fight. The more blood they poured, the stronger they became. Lord Oni murdered with his bare hands every one of the descendants of those who ever dared to betray him. Specters were so powerful that once they wiped out humans from the planet, they started to kill each other in a horrendous ghostly battle. 

It will always be November 2nd now. There is no more living or creatures to rule. There is no more fear to die or to be punished by the gods. I killed them. I killed them all. Is there any worse punishment than being a wandering entity with no companion or escort other than silence?

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Death of Sun and Moon will eventually allow the existence of new life forms on Earth. Although existence itself and the order of the Universe have been transgressed, stars continue shining on the sky. This addiction was bigger than anything else. Now power is worthless since there is no living or dead to rule over. What have you done, Lord Oni? Your human nature made you defy the gods. The return is uncomfortable, voluntary. The return is not; it is Utopia, a dead road. 

From a corner, Lord Oni thinks now and forever about his loneliness. He is no longer alive or dead. He no longer rules anybody... his biggest punishment is being able to do nothing through time. Indeed, no one is deader than that one who is forgotten, as wisely said by Achilles to Odysseus:

"I would rather be a paid servant in a poor man's house and be above ground than king of kings among the dead." (Talking about the Hades)
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So be it; that recurrent thought will also get back, again and again.

Run, quick. Go live your dreams, don't stop...
Run, we don't have any more time...

In the middle of the night and at its deepest darkness, another day finally dies.

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