The Footbridge

Kronos

Henry finally started to understand the way that he would have to go.

He lost so much in his precious adventures, and his memory was coming back.

Finally, he decided to go back to the past.

(By the way, it was a delayed decision.)

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was in the same place where everything has started.

The shallow ocean, the deep sky, the thick shadows and the light that does not shine in the stars.

Everything there was a contradiction, and it should be.

As Henry's mind during his life, the limbo was a place completely chaotic, and full of pain and suffering.

Finally he could materialize that new reality again, and he was laid down in his canoe.

He needed to decide.

He needed to probe more in everything, drop the fear, and explore his own feelings and memories.

Then he went out of the canoe, sat in the water, closed his eyes, and thought about himself.

In his life.

And in his attitudes.

The black water started moving up and cover henry, but this time he did not feel any pain, or any kind of suffering.

And he also did not drown.

Henry ignored his existence in that moment; therefore he was just one more subtle manifestation in the void of the universe.

Henry dived in the black firmament.

And he crossed the reality, having access for the pieces of the world.

Henry was in a kind of temple of doom.

Stained, kind of Apportioned walls and with pieces of the wall coating formed a circle around the boy. Dozens and dozens of black columns sustained the remains of a gray dome that it was like crystal; decorate with all the space bodies.

The floor was made of green tiles, in a dark hue. In front of the columns, there was an area stood out in circles format.

And above each circle there was a nozzle in hexagram format, made of bronze.

In this nozzle, a limpid liquid such as water was coming out of it, and in it was suspended millions and millions of stars, nebulas, galaxies and planets.

It was the source of the cosmic river, the river of the universe.

Its water moved up for all the columns, challenging any notion of gravity, and they fed the cosmic dome.

Henry was in a place where the floor was more feet high, and it formed a star 6 tips.

Henry was near the center, in front a kind of black altar, made of obsidian and onyx.

This altar was in the same format of the star, and in each one of its tips there was a stalagmite of black crystal, and they were tilted in the middle.

Among its tips, there was a little globe made of white crystal, and it was there that it had access to the tenuous and fragile lines of existence.

Henry approached, and a voice told him all he had to do. Following the instructions he received, Henry touched the white crystal globe, making an enormous infinity grid of lines to project for the entire temple.

They were like cobweb, scattered for the entire place, and one of them, it intensely shone in a splendid blinding white light.

Henry walked down stairs of the hexagram he was, and he walked through the ocean's black water.