The night was late. I cannot tell the time. The sky was darker than usual, and it was difficult to distinguish the few stars twinkling in its immensity. It was odd, but it seemed that emptiness had absorbed the night into its vacuity. It was also odd that there was no moon or constellations. It was chilly. It seemed that the lights from the sky had refused to touch the earth’s surface that night. Without that light, the land around the cottage seemed unusually dark. The silence reigned all over. The clock did not even tick. At that time, it seemed like the rotary movement of the earth had just simply stalled. Everything seemed lifeless. It felt as if everything was part of a photograph: motionless, inaudible, and soundless. There was no wind at all. The leaves of the trees were like silent witnesses of a tragedy. Everything seemed like a black and white photo still.

If I had kept this tale to myself, all that had happened would have been for naught. I’d rather tell you about it, so my story may teach generations to come the best there is of my kind. At first glance, it all may lack sense, but our kinds share more than just mere biology. There is much more to be learned about life than just the obvious. Life depends on many changing circumstances, which spin counterclockwise. There’s always truth hidden behind the lines... or behind every fact. “Naught” is only a matter of belief. Every teaching casts a glance of truth - the truth that lies in the form of a perfect idea which we attempt to unveil and recreate in the form of art, where matter is only the vehicle to achieve communication between the teacher and the student. Every belief is a matter of knowledge, and every fact is a matter of understanding.

This is my story…
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