Le Précieux.
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  • Czas 5m
W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano paź 06, 2019
"Un Anneau pour les gouverner tous. Un Anneau pour les trouver. Un Anneau pour les amener tous et dans les ténèbres les lier."

Ces inscriptions marquées au fer magique sur l'Anneau Unique, résonnent en le cœur de quiconque le porte à son coup, comme le plus grand et le plus précieux des bijoux. Un jeune Hobbit se voit lui être remis ce lourd fardeau. Lié par un destin étrange à cet Anneau, c'est avec son seul courage et sa seule force qu'il se doit de le remettre aux flammes du Mordor. 

Une vigilance toutefois ne cesse de le tourmenter.
Quiconque le porte à son coup risque la folie. La folie de la convoitise et de la richesse. 
La folie de l'Anneau.
La folie du Précieux.
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The man whom all happens by accident (though, according to the said, nothing is accidental), launches the adventure with a dream which seems somehow ominous, before beginning his day as he always did. Hence the natural things change. Anyway, no matter how improbable, serious, dangerous, these events are continually harass him, it always ends with a return to his family, though looks like he forgets some details, but recovers. It is the main and stable theme of this work. I introduce you a tree. We talked about the root, look at stem and its strong branches. The hero of the book slips into parallel worlds. Is attracted, pushed, there he must to come. In the world of Mr. M. (a possible name) is creeping a... God. This secondary character grows the tree, give its strength. Although his influence is important in a subconscious world, his power is also manifested in what we consider as reality. We quickly notice that "reality" is not reality that we, who we are, feel, but beyond it happens something more unusual. Let's return to our hypothetical kabbalistic tree. In "reality", the God manifests himself mystical, through fraternities, inspirations, visions, possession, strange theories, tempting and enticing. This god that changes, transforms, his subjects, has supporters and strong opponents. The sneak of the patriarchal god in a matriarchal society cannot be done without fight. Mr. M. is not only the target of the god who wants supremacy but is discovered by a group of true light source hunters. With them he will go into a new spiritual adventure, to the knowledge of necessary truth. This goal creates and reinforces positive heroes. On top head of tree stands the Light of Truth. The light is hidden by an (almost) impenetrable dome. To breakthrough from inside is allowed a method... Further, mystical world is wasted... The hidden things are touched by specialists light. "Where are we really?" asks M. to the end, like many of us ask ourselves. Do we feel the light?
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"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ." ... "You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it." Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment. All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.