The End

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If I had time to elaborate the story I would. But both you and I know time is precious. So we talk about those details that are important and leave out those details that aren't.

Huo victory was imminent after a couple of months since the priest died.

But something intervened. When Huo was walking through the streets with his people, someone shot him saying that it was for the freedom of Lyson. The bodyguards of Huo surrounded him immediately and the person was disarmed.

Huo who was shot in the heart was hearing faint noises. He could see the colors and faint music of the crowd buzzing quietly in his ears.

His vison turned white even when his eyes were open. Afterwards it took time for them for the vision come more clearly. The vision seemed to fade in.

The colors started to become more clearer. He started to open the eyes to find thousands of towers. And it was like the part which was the beginning of the story. They had reach the unknown city where Dorthrim lies. It was the castle where the dimensions of the world seemed to be connected. And much more mystery lied within.

The realms where both life and death were connected. The place where the afterlife would send people to their respective destinations. And place where the people were linked to their fate.

Huo looked at the place. It was bustling and full of life. Or death souls. Huo couldn't believe his eyes. As he was walking through the towers of Dorthrim he saw screens or mirrors. But the mirrors didn't reflect a current him. Instead it reflected the past of Huo as if destiny had been written from the beginning. He saw what seemed like a video tape as he moved through different mirrors showing different videos of his life.

Then he saw the painted pictures as he moved forward. As a boy with his biological parents and later with Git. He saw his childhood and the painting showed him looking at the sky. The painting was so well painted that almost anyone could realize that he was in love with the sky, the light blueness of it. As he saw this painting seemed to be made by different people as it seemed to display a kind of concept rather than a clear picture of the person. The emotions of the person who was painted seemed to resonate so well with Huo that he without a doubt knew the painting was of him.

He saw different parts of his life from being born to being alone and then adopted by Git. Then staying in silent contemplation of the nature. The planets and stars, and observation of the hills and mountains. And then he saw different tools as if the painters knew his interest in engineering. The study of weapons of mass destruction.

Most of his life seemed to overlap. There seemed to be a connection till the end of the story. When the grenade that Huo had thrown to the priest killing him and removing the monstrosities.

But after he passed through the halls he saw something different. A picture of him becoming a engineer. This was a different alternative versions. And the hall lead to a different tower. As he passed through he saw him making different decision of his initial choices.

Or were these choices being made in the same time and different dimensions Huo wondered. He could see the children outside playing. They were throwing rocks. It reminded him that innocent as children might be they could sometimes poke and hurt each other and sometimes things might get rough. Not as rough for the people in the older ages where people were expected to handle difficult circumstances. The advantage mature people had was the ability to cope and experience. The young had the ability to take in more information more freely. These were the thoughts Huo as he recalled the old days.

He looked at the black and purple paintings and the place looked like it was covered with smoke.

Then Huo saw it. Clouds from an open roof and sunshine landing in the darkness of the tower. He could now distinguish the objects even better and now he started to appreciate the material from which the substance of the tower
was made.

No wonder the material would sustain the huge space between the towers and the towers themselves. And then Huo realized something. He was travelling the same floor not vertically to the top of the towers.

Curiosity made him think and wanted to explore the meaning behind the tower of Dorthrim. He was an ex sergeant. Once he had been fit enough to climb mountains and swim for hours. So he decided to see the top. After all he couldn't die twice.

And moving to the top he could see clouds changing shape. Oddly the environment seemed to change around him according to his perception.

Death is but a new beginning. Huo had thought about these words. He had a sense of what that meant before he came to Dortrim. But now it seemed to have different meaning.

Before Huo had thought of death like a way to create space in the limited world of which was the living green and blue planet earth. Now he had another mystical interpretation. But before the interpretation all facts needed to be laid out and he thought he must therefore reach the top of the tower to understand.

And he started moving. He started his journey to the top. A mysterious force seemed to be pulling him to that direction. He felt an added impulse towards that direction. Then he started seeing it. A thousand different visions overlapped and connected to each other showing the significance of our universe. He saw  one decision affecting many. Even though none might have been seen influencing the other. The main thing was the hidden influence, the decisions big or small giving long term happiness and sadness to a human being.

And that was found out by looking at the different possible dimensions and looking that the different actions giving rise to different results.

And when Huo reached the top he saw something that he had not expected. Another human being.

The end.

Of course you might be concerned with Demark and the president. But we know the end of ones story is the beginning of another. And this journey might have been one you have felt the loss and the importance of it. But we all move on. We grow we bloom and we die. This is similar for all possible dimensions. Unless death is a not a possibility when they received a method to stop ageing. 

But you may well know me. I have lived for many years. And yet I know I am fading. I will decay and be one with the soil that give rise to the color and beauty of plants and flowers and life that makes our earth the living planet.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 04, 2024 ⏰

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