In the labyrinth of my emotions, I seek the exit to a better life, but the thorns of the past hinder my path.
. . .
Beneath those copper stairs, corroded like an ancient parchment exposed to the ravages of time, there loomed a dark abyss, an underground world resting like a forbidden treasure.
Mislady, with her defiant attitude and a feline gaze that roared with determination, guided me unhesitatingly down a path of storm clouds, from where mysterious souls could be seen swimming through five rivers. They moved like dry leaves in an endless wind, whispering their lost yearnings, their deepest desires unfulfilled in life.
The pestilent aroma of death enveloped me like a hellish embrace; its vapors surrounded me as if I were immersed in a magical cauldron where all dreams dissipated.
As we progressed, shadows loomed over us, and blue flames seemed to dance a macabre dance. However, the brave little cat appeared to be in her element, as if she had been born to reign in this paradise of darkness and melancholy. If there were an awards gala for intrepid felines, she would undoubtedly win the award for the boldest. With each step she took, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that even challenged the very Fates.
And as I let myself be carried away by that surreal journey, a question assaulted my thoughts: What the hell are we doing here?
"Mislady," I whispered, "Could you, for the glory of Zeus, explain to me why we ended up down here? I hope it's worth it because if I'm going to spend more time in this place, I might as well learn to talk to bats and develop a new technique for breathing like a sewer rat, because my nose can't take it for another second. What a stench!"
"Rip it off if it bothers you so much. I'm not telling you, so move!" she ordered, shouting. "You're as slow as a damn turtle in a marathon of hares."
"Remember that I only have two legs, and I'm just learning to use them. Now tell me, is there any valid reason for you to keep it from me?"
She, with a theatrical exhalation, gracefully raised her eyebrows and let her eyes turn an expressive white.
"No, my Drea, there isn't. But you know perfectly well that I love to play interesting. And if you didn't know, now you're more informed than the oracle of Delphi."
"Give me patience, Epimetheus! Give me patience and a pair of comfortable shoes," I pleaded with the god of serenity to refill my cup once more, as Mislady always insisted on spilling every last drop.
"Alright, goddess wannabe, I'll tell you the blessed secret."
"Really?" I shouted, excited.
"Yes, but remember that everything in life is a balance, and that everything is connected by the threads of give and take."
"You're the most self-interested and heartless animal I've ever had the misfortune to meet!"
Oh, how ungrateful these felines are! Why would the Egyptians consider such hairy, egotistical beasts as gods? Didn't I deserve a loving and selfless companion? No, she always demanded something in return. Ah, what a misfortune this is! Always seeking her own benefit, as if the whole world revolved around her whims.
"Stop your dramalogy and listen to me for once."
"Dramalogy? Mislady, who do you think you are, going through life inventing new words? Are you the Royal Academy of the Greek Language?"
"Just shut your ridiculous, poisonous little mouth and listen to me!" she scandalized, with the airs of a drill sergeant in the midst of a routine training. "We've come in search of Ambrosia, the food of the gods, the lixir of immortality," she confessed, leaving me dumbfounded.
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The Goddess Andrea
ФэнтезиAndrea, the youngest daughter of the goddess Aphrodite, is destined to become the new goddess of love. But her idyllic life on Mount Olympus is abruptly interrupted when she is forced to flee and seek refuge in unknown lands. In her quest to find wh...
