Clasineah

Là où l’œil ne peut voir

Plongez-vous. Marche sur la route cachée vers Clasineah, prends ces yeux qui voient… et vois…
Regarde l’invisible et vois ce qui est là, tout ce que l’œil ne peut voir. Une écriture à naître. À venir au monde pour être offerte. L’écriture est la signification. L’histoire est un don, rendu à celui qui me l’a contée, à celui à qui elle appartient. Aucun message terrestre ne peut aller si loin. Aucun mot du monde ne peut l’écrire. Aucune langue parlée ne peut résonner si fort. Regarde l’histoire, regarde l’histoire, et tu te verras. Là, dans le vide, où seul le rien peut exister, où le temps n’est pas et les souvenirs ne peuvent être, le passé et le présent se fondent en un, et le passé n’a jamais été. Ceci est l’histoire d’un sourire.

Disponible :

A journey that crosses the boundary of our world. A tale of drama, romance, and the dept and quietness of the human shape. Souls intertwined across oceans. A belief forged in hardship. The unfading force of one day and a smile it captured. A smile shared, a soul shared, one heart shared… across worlds. A child runs, hides, far away, a distance away.

Look at that world from where you are… a world away.
Look at it from far away, from far beyond its reach.
You shall not see that world, but your eyes shall, and you shall not know, for your eyes shall not tell you.

Sleep quietly... while watching... and wait, wait there, there... in the emptiness, where only nothing can exist, where there is no time and memories can not be, where the past and present melt into one, and the past... has never been. One day… maybe… one day... one smile...

Maria stands watching as he descends from the train. Something in him has shifted. A quiet unease rises in her, she does not know why, only that she must stay close. Keep him near. Keep him safe. She leans close, whispers in his ear, “When you come back, the first you will sense is my being. The first you will feel is my body. The first you will see is me.” A teardrop slowly forms in his eye, carried away by a raindrop before it falls into the nothing. Maria hides her sorrow. Her sister will ask their parents to forgive Maria. She saves Niko.