The Eternal Doom

Chapter 7, Stephen, walking out in the immortal world

Stephen was sitting lingering in the same hypnotic glimpse of the world, closing his eyes, trying to preserve every charm of it. He sat in the corner, still listening to the voice of silence around him, the flashes of that world, still sizing his soul into it. "Let God linger around me; let the angels be the only ones to sit beside me; let that world be the only place for me to walk," he was whispering. "Let me sleep to death, for I am frightened of living in the dream forever." He was sitting remembering the voice of Mr. John again. "I won't let this immortal world blame you," he whispers, remembering those words when the door opened and someone entered, someone for whom he was waiting desperately. The sound of the slow strides reached forward and Mr. Natheleo, with his incredibly innocent face, appeared; and the way he was taking steps, his old and gentle soul seemed to fill with the falling virtues of his life, but yet with a sophisticated personality. "I know you will come for me," Stephen spoke out, shattering the silence, looking straight at him, who was getting close giving Stephen a blandish smile.

He sat beside him on the sofa inches away from him. A profound silence falls between them. "I'm so glad to see you still walking this world, son," Mr. Natheleo finally started to speak. "Finally God chooses immortality for you. The angel of death would have also found himself guilty for taking you. So he left you here."Stephen saw that there was a shimmer of excitement in his voice. "No, he didn't leave me; perhaps God might have not chosen to take my soul to linger there in His GARDEN," Stephen whispered again, finding himself standing in some other world around him, where he felt the garden of hidden angels. 

He became so lost that for one split second he forgot the existence of Mr Natheleo, who was sitting as he again was lost in the world of charms, where he found his soul standing in powerful gravity, filled with the whispers of angels as they were whispering to the devil. Whispering that the LORD built a secret maze for the world below the sky, where the immortals are walking in the never-ending search for something, about which they were wondering what it was. The angels whispered, "This is the maze where your soul walks every night, but still fails to understand that it finally ends at God, the One who whispers over the maze, 'Search me, my darling, find me in the charm of the night; search me in the moonlight; search me as the wind reveals my name to you every time; search me as I let gravity hold the one who roams in the skies," and after a moment Stephen came back to the immortal world again, and dropped his gaze at Mr. Natheleo, who was sitting wondering at him, like he was trying to understand his whispered. "Well, I came to know that you haven't seen the outer world since you awake from the dead, or have you?" he SAID, DIVERTING THE silence away again.

"YES, it is true; and the deeper truth is that I'm not existing to walk this world anymore; but now I fear that I have to face it, though this world would be just the trap of a dream for me." Stephen took a deep breath, and then said, quietly, "Can you reopen my case?" The words of Stephen broke the impassiveness from Mr Natheleo face, as he was gasping at him incredulously. "Will you do this for me sir?" He stood; there was such urgency in his tone; but for a moment there was a pause of silence from Mr. Natheleo's side, as he sat in reluctance.

Stephen stood seeking a reply from him, and, after a moment of a confused pause, he whispered, "Of course, son, I will do this for you; but there is something I wanted to tell you, that you will come out in the immortal world. I will take you to someplace where you will live with an open window facing the immortal world around you." After hearing this, Stephen agreed with a hesitant gesture. "I know that immortality has captured the whole world in its ecstasy; I wonder if it is starting to feel the same to you?" Mr Natheleo said with wondering gesture while Stephen stayed silent, with a sly smile coming over his face, as his soul again started walking in some other world. "Who knows what is making me survive this immortal dream?" He was speaking with his eyes completely dazed. "My soul is hiding in some secrets of dreams of both worlds, my soul which standing so calm and lost between the hidden doors at skies with the angels telling them that they are dreaming something. What holds me from falling is still an unsolved mystery for me." His whisper started to get deeper, then he raised his eyes to Mr. Natheleo, with quite disappointed eyes. "I don't want father to be blamed for raising a Jewish child; I don't want this immortal world to blame him for raising me. I don't want the illusion of immortal dreams to curse him because of me."