Chapter Thirty Two: A Journey's End

A unicorn is journeying in transit; he is most certainly dead. It was a very light feeling traversing the physical and unseen properties of light. He seems to be standing in a stationary platform, and yet it was moving forward. There was an outside force as much as there is love's impetus inside.

It seems to him that he was acting strange in this curious travel because the light from where he is actually moving from is being reflected off his body, although his vision was still murky with the darkness that quickly blends with a certain source of light.

He could not remember who actually killed him, whether it was the diligent pfoHorse talking about business matters or the Dark Angel who accompanied him. It was a very cordial talk among themselves, and he did not feel any threat of sorts enough to anticipate that one of his companions would actually have the motive to strike him and let him killed.

In fact, he refuses to believe that the resulting instantaneous death was due to the desire for his blood without entertaining the dire consequences to happen in his most sane mind, because nobody would dare attempt of such audacious act to heavily desecrate some of the materials fully present within the functional particles of his mythology, equally present within the useful substances of the universe.

These are the known absolute truths, whether cosmological or metaphysical in nature. Astrophysics and cosmology are starting to make sense now, despite of the many errors once embraced by the sciences before.

And it was the parallels of such claims that has been the main issue of contention through the years of actual existence. The dominance of power is a concern that has been ignored by the Parallelogram Office, recorded in history, that many inhabitants have felt betrayed by the authorities to whom they have placed their trust in the safeguarding of the most efficacious form of the rules and necessity of the impossible bond.

But instead of producing a Reader, the things that were happening leading to those fateful days were composed of a roll of negatives and a certain form of abundant light. The latter is a projector as someone knowledgable to the matter would say, and the former, a negative, is called a film.

Now, there existing, in this important juncture, are Actors and Readers, and the universe is now thoroughly acting as if there is something that must be read, as much as it also needs to be viewed. Love is a verb, a part of speech requiring action, and the resulting release of the impetus in this manner is everything as strong as it is definite, adequately defined.

Being a unicorn, there is nothing in his state of mind that would suggest that there was someone who could hate their race so strong as much as the historical past with their animosity with the pfoHorses. But gone are those days, and the death that hit him was so abrupt he had no time to react and defend his lawful rights pursuant to the universally approved Code of 

Mythological Existence.

He is dead and he is gone. Just like magic.

The light was fully passing through him now, while the resulting shadow of his movements hits a white wall.

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