Requiem's Mirror
- LECTURES 17
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- Chapitres 3
La vie est si courte... Pourquoi la regretter ?
La lumière divine se dresse petit à petit sous mes yeux à moitié endormi. Je reconnais son éclat.
C'est ma conscience qui me guide. Je m'en approche progressivement tandis que sa silhouette se dessine pleinement. Je la reconnais. Pourtant je ne peux distinguer son visage. Son identité m'échappe ou est-ce elle qui m'en empêche ?
Elle essaie de me parler mais elle finit tout simplement par me montrer... Du bout de son doigt je vois le chemin qui existe après ma mort.
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