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On Earth, after the three Saint Fall, a child's heart beaten while listening this legend, that seemed too complicated for his young age, but wonderful enough. This heart beating opened Saint Silver's eyes who has subsided to believe on a possible return on Earth. He himself smile slightly, again, by this picture of a child with joyfulness, and child's eyes. The Silver Saint turned one's head and slowly, caress Black Saint's cheek, who quietly started to stand, his legs a bit scrapie. The White Saint turned his face out of the Silver Saint's coat and felt the fizzy look of the boy warmed his mind. A strange thrill browses his spin, but he tried to ignore it. The Silver Saint put his hand in the chestnut hair of his youngest creation, then, turned her eyes towards the Black Saint who gets away from them, sadly seeing the result of their loneliness. The place was slightly more cheerful, but the atmosphere was still gloomy and heavy. The Silver Saint raised his white creation and, brought with him near the Black Saint. The big brown looked at his creator without saying a thing while he torn a part of his bright coat and roll it around the Black Saint's throat. This silvery fabric slowly melted in Note Saint's neck before totally disappear in a silver burst. The Black being opened his mouth and a note somewhat broken and melodious out. He smiles at his creator, full of joy to have a voice back after some centuries of disappearence. The White Saint listened him hum again, his blue eyes on the little light grows of his elder's look. The Silver Saint gazed at the humanity from its spot, trying to renew all the things that he learnt about Humans during all these years. But, even when he was searching in his farway knowledge, he didn't understand what happen just in front of his eyes. When the three Saints get banished from Earth, the wealthiest people was dressed in splendid dress and beautiful suits adorn with floral design, moved in carriage, and lived in castles or big mansions. Humans (more than few years), didn't wear those worked costumes and complex, didn't move in carriage anymore, and, none of the castle were in the vision of The Silver Saint, who's seeing a lot of buildings with an oversized altitude and less forest than before, in his souvenir. The Silver Saint tried to get in touch with some people that he feels lost and needed help, but nothing. Neither contactlinked to those people. Their minds weren't receptive anymore. The tall Silver Being sighed of deception and turned around to behold his two younger. He didn't know how to occupy the two Saints, and, didn't knosw what to do himself. Humans didn't seems to see them, at the better, let them , just being old souvenir or an old story, or, at the worst, a bad religion that History created. All the space that the three Saints shaped thanks to the Hummanity didn't have a real usefulness anymore. Everthing they did , was useless, likely. The Silver Saint go back to his two creation, on a tired and exhausted step. The two youngers notice this unusual approach of their creator, and asked him with instistance, what makes him so sad and so exhausted. The Silver Saint alwyas refused to talk about his « weaknesses » to his youngers, to not worry them or make them doubt about his capacities or his actions. But this time, it was enough different, and he let this gap and told them his misgivings. The two understand very fast. The Black Saint take slowly the hands of his Creator and tight them in his own, promising to find a solution to this problem. And, they search all the 3, while keeping an eye on the Hummanity and trying to make a link with her. The three Saints continue to make disappear this heavy and dull atmosphere. The White Saint took the habit to draw lines in the air, without any reasons. He just wanted to do it. His two olders looked at him every now and then, up huge column and create swathes of walls decorate and complicated. Those « imaginary » buits seems to take shape, when we look at them attentivily. All those lines, colums, buildings, bridge, forest and palace seems to take life. When the Black Saint singing, tree's leaf fall in the void and disappear when everything stops. But this place looks like a ghost city. Nobody walking in the street, or living in these house. The Silver Saint caress his coat, his mind out of here, and feels a thrill through his body. He took up a part of his Silvery clothe and admires it in a silence, seems slightly interrogative. Immersinging his look on this divine fabric, he remembered. He know who can live in this town now. The creator talked about this rule which permit certain souls to be a part of the Silvery coat to his youngers. The two Saint understood fast, what their older said, but, weren't sure about this idea, think that it will disturb the sleeping souls in their deserved after-life sleep. The Silver Saint request them a time to ask what the souls wanted. He goes in the middle of the city, put his hand delicately on his coat's fabric, and closed his eyes.
<<-In the name of the power vested in me and the rules that I've imposed, Dear souls who live for the eternity or a recent time, Do you accept to abandonned this coat for this city ? Neither action will be create without your honorable agreement.>>
A sweet wind woke up, the buildings seems clearler. Only a very little time needed before the coat was abandonned from his souls. Those minds taking little by little the appearance of human shape. The three Saints behold the new miracle. Patience was needed before each soul take shape, but, divinities could wait, they have all their time. This huge and splendid city gave birth to a new goal, and they all three accepted, a smile on thier lips.
Your hands caress your dreams and your desires. Your nostrils smell the sweetness as well as the danger. Your taste buds savor the past and the futur. Your ears listen to the sounds of life. Your eyes admire the Surroundings and the thoughts.
