“Zieg, the dramatist. Tahiti, the madness in one place. Branga, the wise one. Golmak, the curious one.” Hastutuka changed his feet now and stood on the other while having a thin elliptical smile on his face.
“Aggghh, and you are the toughest one.” Zieg feigned bowing to the master.
Hastutuka kept quiet.
“We can rest for an hour and then join back if you like. You all can take up the closets and lie down.”
“What are the other 7 elements and what do you call the 6th and 7th element?” Branga wanted to know everything in a day.
“In English it would translate to Moisamdalm and Elemental. In our language of the old even before us the language that existed named them as Moher and Faher and that is what gave birth to Mother and Father.”
“Brilliant, we are wonderful copy cats.” Tahiti smiled out loud.
“Yes, seems so.” Branga nodded.
“What is it that makes us eat these animals and plants if we are to protect them, isn’t that a confusing signal?” Zieg liked poking everything.
“Yes, it is. So, it is for animals since they seem to be eating each other. Now, I have to say this, that we were not eating our kith and kin earlier but only when the human race started ruling the world but then that takes us to understanding what the human race is and for that you will need to find out more about the four primary existing earth elements and then get back to me.
Also, don’t forget, you will need to find a way to design a portal in and out for your races living differently since humans closed those portals but making the portals can take time and you will need help from humans. You might have to find some old souls. We can give you the names of those lines which didn’t change while protecting the secret of this world. Those that changed we had to chuck them off.”
“So, how will we know?” Golmak seemed to have spoken first time in all this time.”
“When you meet them, you will know, you will see what is written about them in the books, those that carry the barriers within, those that carry your legacy within, those that don’t get maligned and know well to mingle yet remain their own. You will know when you meet these fragile humans who remind you of twigs that won’t break under you force and those that people throw into oceans and skies and those that will drift as though nothing happened. They carry an understanding no other soul can fathom.”
“You mean they don’t serve the target neither become the target?”
“Zieg,” Hastutuka smiled, “we are neither target nor here to hit or create targets, we are merely a quintessential existence fitting into this cosmos and driven by it as well as the cosmos’s force. What we need to do is balance both, for if we don’t we drift apart and the soul becomes an energy source for something else, the dark magic where you become something you’re not meant to become, but only if you balance, only if you try to not correct but question and slowly shape, will you play your part in this large empire where dimensions merge and collide and secrets are nothing but a child’s play. We are in secrecy since we betrayed the cosmos and the code of this universe but not everyone is as blind as we are, 20 Hz to 20000 Hz, when you can actually see throught the entire circle of color, isn’t it ridiculous for men to have taken this path?”
Zieg stood stunned, the Maher and the air did a brilliant symphony and rose over the edges like a silvery thread glowing by the bright glow of sunlight.
“Can you tell me how time is so slow even though this is the parallel universe?” Branga asked.
“It is like time expands and contracts when influenced by Maher and Faher. Time is a perpendicular dimension. When it touches any element elementally present across the universe, it expands and contracts. The larger strips are where time is slowest and smaller areas are where time flow is quicker. It’s like this dimension is closer to the black hole of this triangle and ours is away from the black hole. The black hole is at the center of our three dimensional world which means also we are closer to the sun than our dimension.”
“Howwwww????” Zieg almost protested out loud.
“Howw? Triangle, man.” Even Golmak could see.
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