Isle - Chapter 4

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The two little girls, with calm, solemn and serious eyes, are right in front of their destination. The Isle of Dawn extends itself as well as a door, a kind of ancient roman arch, without wooden parts. It is made of rock, as can be seen from its angular shape.

Next to it, in various positions, three large tomb-like stones emerge from the ground. At the center of each a diamond-shaped part, more like an oblique square, has been dug out.

Instead, before showing the real desert, there is a cave after the door.

Sentinekka notices unlit candles in the cave. Should they be turned on?

«Here we are...» Symphony whispers. The friend can feel the emotions she is experiencing, her curiosity and the desire to experience that journey, postponed for two years of her life.

​​​​​​«So? Shall we go or do you want to go back?» Sentinekka asks, amused.

Symphony looks at her, smiling like she almost never did in her life. She proposes:«Race?».

And she starts running towards the cave, leaving Sentinekka behind. The younger girl runs after her, laughing like crazy. They play until they reach a little entrance that takes them to the cave.

Out of breath, they stop. That's where they have to go; candles must be sources of fire and Light, not Darkness.

«Let's go in?» Symphony asks, enthusiastic. Her eyes sparkle with the desire to know.

«And you even ask me to?». Sentinekka replies, not at all annoyed. «Come on, it will be wonderful, what are we waiting for? Come on!».

After passing the gallery, they enter inside the cave. Compared to before, it seems bigger, more imposing and very, very ancient.

For a moment, silence reigns around them as it was the only thing that truly exists.

Then, coming from above, a calm and sweet female voice calls them:«Hi, Children...».

They gasp. Symphony approaches Sentinekka, as if she wants to protect her.

«Do you hear that?» she asks her, terrified.

The other nods but, unlike Symphony, she is not frightened. She's amazed, that voice sounds so kind...

Meanwhile, the voice continues:«The Spirits Of This And Of The Other Realms Have Long Awaited Your Arrival...».

«Really?» Sentinekka thinks poetically. «They were waiting for us...».

«And Your Light» the mysterious appearance adds. She's clearly audible, but she also sounds far away.

Next to them, the unlit candles attract their attention. They're three small candles that look pure and white.

«Let's light them up» Sentinekka proposes.

«If you care so much...». Symphony complies with it and, with another smaller and magenta lit candle, does what has been requested.

What happens next makes them jump in surprise. An oblong constellation, surrounded by some human figures, appears in the form of an illustration on the stone of the cave.

The voice resumes its speech, narrating:«With The Stars United, Our Light Was Infinite... And, All Together, We Lived In Harmony».

Some stars of the constellation indicate something: another rock with nine extinguished candles above it.

Sentinekka reflects aloud:«This presence wants to tell us something... Every time we create a heat source she speaks to us!».

«As reasoning it makes sense... She said that Spirits were waiting for us...» Symphony comments, following her friend in the explanation. Suddenly, she understands:«The three stones, those graves...».

«Yeah?».

«Don't you get it? How many candles are lit?».

«Three».

«The Spirits here are three!».

«Yes, but then there are other candles...».

«I guess it doesn't change anything!».

«Oh well, if you say so...».

The two girls go towards the other hard wax objects, do the same thing done with the previous ones and observe the same wall. The image is similar to the one from before, there are more silhouettes holding lights.

«As Spirits, We Soon Became Many...» the melodic woman makes herself be heard. «We Built Our Home Here In The Clouds».

«In the clouds...» Sentinekka repeats in a low voice, fascinated, while a temple appears on the drawing among the plump little clouds similar to pieces of soft cotton.

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