The Eternal Doom

CHAPTER 16 , The rolling mountains of mist.

It was one mesmerizingly windy night, and the nine ghosts was sailing over the horizon above the sky, their hollowed eyes were shining bright with the compelling curiosity of some mysterious light, rising somewhere from walls beyond the skies, creating seven wonders of God in the moonlight. all the nine ghosts were bounded by the chains of drifting angels. Oh what the Lord devising in night? What mystery making the universe to genuflect on unravelled name of him? Oh why all the galaxies started to run in a frenzy of chaos beyond the doors of hell and heaven, oh whose presence compelling souls and angels to fall in its charm oh angels whose is rising from the baptized wine of darling God, oh ghost of darkness it's a presence of divine beacon who is about to befall on earth from the cradle of God and soon walk the land with His name Muhammad, in the search of lost child of Adam .that years rolled down and all the ghosts fall mesmerised into the divine name of the prophet and whispers oh darling Muhammad we were the ghost of darkness but after searching the lost God through the path of your devoted heart we become unknown angels of your name, oh prophet let us be the piece of your kind heart so that we could be an only slave of God. Oh, Muhammad surely you are the chosen beacon for blind heats.

The morning was much calmer than usual. The whole area once

again tangled with the mystic morning, with majestic shadows of the clouds, running over the hills and winding paths. Mr. Kelvin was packing up with such sadness, as he was going back. "I am packing up the beautiful dream with me," he said, looking at Miss Rosella, who was helping him out.

Ginger saw as Mr. Walter padded out from his room. "Good morning, sir!" he said, scanning Mr. Walter, who was standing with a groggy and pale face and feeling his body a little languid.

"Oh, Walter you seem a little tired; it seems you haven't slept at all!" Mr. George said, taking a concerned look at him, just as he slipped himself on the couch near the screen window, looking outside.

"No, I'm not, it's just a little weakness after a long walk," Mr. Walter replied, motioning his face back from the window towards Miss Rosella, was just coming along with Ginger, who was coming holding a black suitcase of Mr. Kelvin's. Mr. Walter saw as the eyes of Miss Rosella sparked in numbness, and obviously, everyone was getting sad. Ashley came and went away, and now Mr. Kelvin is going back as well, leaving all his memories for Mr. Walter. Ginger was standing near with the luggage bag; he found everyone so silent, as if they were old statues of wax, in pin-drop silence. But it didn't make him wonder, as he knew that it was a reaction of deep sadness.

Mr. Walter finally took a breath in the silence. "So, I'm very glad to have such a memorable world after the dreams of childhood. This home has been filled with the laughter of the same children again. In my whole life, I found myself so blessed right now, as God has given me a dream of the world, which I only used to recall in the memories, but never lived it; the Lord wrenched me from the angel of death and got me back in my old dreams, which I always wanted to live in, along with all of you, in our very old orphan home." Suddenly Mr. Walter paused in some kind of thought and spoke again. "But I hope that the angel of death might have not taken many of the faces which we have been hoping to see again; or that they might have met God before we meet them." He spoke in his most soothing and gentle expression, which was hiding that sadness behind it so that everybody couldn't presume it; and soon he rose up from the sofa and reached close to Mr. Walter. He leaned and hugged him tightly, and kissed his forehead. The world is a dream, and we are always searching for what existed once and has now become an illusion, but we are really glad to hold that illusion into reality again. This dream is here, and we are here too, just as we were before, as children. Mr. Walter got a warm smile on his face, after meeting all of them, Kelvin made his way out with Ginger to the cab which was waiting outside for him. He glanced once again at Miss Rosella, who was standing quiet. "I hope we will meet soon," he whispered, with an anguished expression, gazing back towards Mr. Walter, who was sitting on the sofa, near to the window looking out at him with a soft smile on his face.