Category: Zin

On one of winter Sundays, as dusk settled in, Otelia found herself pulling over on a quiet stretch of road, the kind where the world seemed to fade away. She took a moment to gaze at the drab winter sky, relieved to be alone, escaping the hurried bustle of passing cars and pedestrians. She watched as the trees swayed playfully in the chilly breeze, their branches dancing to a melody only the winter wind could compose. Then, her eyes were drawn to her favourite cloud dull yet familiar, winking at her like a cheeky friend. Embarrassment washed over her, prompting Otelia to glance in her car’s mirror, seeking a momentary refuge until the audacious cloud drifted from view.

To Otelia, these clouds felt like old companions, sharing her tales of discontent with the human race. For a heartbeat, she concentrated on the mirror, hiding her daily battles behind its reflective shield. She had sworn not to burden the sky with her struggles. Yet, in that reflective surface, she found an honest observer waiting for her to confront the day’s truths. Peering into the mirror’s depths, she noticed her own expressive eyes—large yet not almond-shaped, with pupils that sparkled like starlight. Long lashes, reminiscent of the graceful sword of Queen Zenobia, shielded her gaze, adding a hint of majesty.

Five years after her divorce, Otelia finally decided to heed her friends’ encouragement and celebrate her birthday at the spring festival. Known for her empathetic nature, she often poured her energy into caring for others, yet when it came to her own well-being, she would make a contract with the devil to trap herself in another level of anxiety, and then she would find herself trapped in a cycle of anxiety that would dim her happiness.

Fast forward to the scene of her friends bursting into her home, accompanied by a nanny to look after her son while she enjoyed the night out. They swiftly helped her get ready for the festival, and thankfully, she didn’t require much preparation—her natural beauty radiated vibrantly, needing no artifice. Just an hour later, they arrived at the festival, ready to embrace the evening’s festivities.

In a charming twist of destiny, the British sky revealed its most vibrant blue, while the sun cast golden rays that illuminated the world beneath. Ottelia piloted her car along the meandering roads, her smile reflecting the warmth surrounding her, as the graceful notes of classical music floated through her open windows. Yet, the sun yearned for something more spirited—a melody to match its radiant exuberance. She pulled to the side of the road, her heart craving a tune that would sway with the sunlight filtering through the ancient trees that lined her route. Their towering branches stretched wide like…

“Adora pleaded with Leen, her voice trembling. ‘Please, don’t take that leap. I promise, if you stay with me, I’ll share the real story of Nyros—how he twists your will and coerces you into obedience just to keep you here.” Leen’s eyes widened as she absorbed Adora’s words, disbelief how Adora knew all these news while the truth was washing over her. “Where have you been, you daft girl? I stood here, longing to catch a glimpse of you wandering the castle halls. Remember all those secret passages I showed you before Nyros pulled you away from me? And now, you’ve left me behind?”

Adora’s heart raced at the hurt in Leen’s voice. “But… my lady,” she stammered, desperation creeping in. “How could I abandon you? I was watching from the shadows, and every time I saw you, it shattered me. You looked so weary, so hopeless, ensnared in a haze of those dreadful potions they fed you without your knowledge.”

Her hands reached up, pleading for mercy from God, as tears dripped onto the heavy bedsheet, creating a pool on the floor. In the silent room, her silent screams echoed as her trembling lips whispered, “Yes, I’ve wrapped my feelings and gifted them to the universe, embracing the unknown. I don’t know how much damage I can repair in this heart, but I know I am ascending with no hope for the present or the future.”

Suddenly, the laughter of her two children filled the air, their innocence a stark contrast to her turmoil. Leen realized that her children saw life as pure as their hearts. She wondered, “Who am I to destroy their perfect world? Who am I to tell them that I have to leave the only familiar place for them? No, I’ve had my share of distractions in this world. I’ve had those who prophetically worked day and night, torturing me. No, let my birds be free from pain. I couldn’t save myself, but I will be their savior.” She said this while bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders to balance her children’s lives.

Leen shattered the record for drinking among her group of friends, openly acknowledging her defeat in the face of societal customs and traditions.

She declared, “I don’t expect him to even glance in my direction, no blame, no shame. His presence within me rages like an unending storm, and my heart succumbs to this tempest, my fate to perish with thoughts of him by my side. I live each minute as if it were my last.”

AdorA the maid tried to console her, saying, “Calm yourself, my lady. You always find a solution to every challenge. Don’t give up.”

Leen crossed the threshold into the portal, her destination a distant planet beyond the realms of Toran control. As she traversed the wormhole, she was enveloped in a mesmerizing blend of vibrant blue hues, radiant light, and the awe-inspiring grandeur of the cosmos, aglow with myriad stars. Suddenly, a deep voice resonated, urging her to halt: “Do not depart, my child. Remain here, for without a solid plan and the guidance of the masters, we cannot ensure your safety.”

Despite initially attributing the beauty of her surroundings to a trick of perception, Leen sensed a powerful presence before her, conjuring a whirlwind that flew her hair and dress to the infinity lights, liberating her from fear and control. Confronted by this force, she reluctantly opened her eyes, drawing a sharp breath as she was drawn into an embrace, resting her head against her master’s reassuring chest. “My master,” she gasped, bringing an end to her harrowing odyssey of fear and longing. Despite knowing that hope could be perilous, she courageously allowed it to venture into her realm, nurturing it to thrive in the garden of her heart and quenching her parched veins with peace. Despair’s final efforts faltered in the presence of hope as Leen surrendered her life’s reins to its mastery to bring life again to her heart.

Jake held Enlil close, whispering soothing words as Enlil’s frenzy raged on during the assault on the mirror souls. Despite Eni severing their silver cord, Jake embraced him, trying to restore his sanity by recounting the wonder of the creator. He spoke of the mystical essence of the universe, reminding Eni of the significance they had placed on it since childhood. He shared. “Remember, my friend, each day begins, the rhythm of life resonates, and it’s all thanks to this cosmic dance. The universe, the souls, everything is engulfed in bliss. I’ll reveal to you the destination of this dance, a secret whispered by all the atoms in the air. They may appear wild, but it’s a delightful enchantment, much like ours. Every atom, regardless of its emotions, is captivated by the sun, a force beyond words.”

Ini gazed at Jake with a heavy heart amidst the chaos of the purge and widespread violence. “Run, my friend,” he whispered urgently. They won’t spare you and will stop at nothing to extract information about Leen. They are going to harm her after finding her through your mind’s frequencies. Go now to safeguard her, and don’t let them get to her through you.” Jake understood the gravity of the situation and swiftly departed.

The weight of despair crushed her heart, shattering it into countless tiny fragments that sent waves of agony through her chest with every beat. No matter how much she screamed, the pain refused to release its grip. Drained and overwhelmed by sorrow, she sought refuge in the comfort of her bed, yearning for relief from the cruel sting of separation.

Her tired eyelids pleaded for rest, yet torrents of tears stole her dreams, leaving her eyes wide open, attesting to their collaboration with her heart, transforming her body into a temple of torment. After a fierce inner struggle, Leen finally closed her eyes, surrendering to the prospect of meeting him in her dreams. She found herself poised between wakefulness and slumber, where time seemed to hold no sway over her existence in that state of mind, in that ethereal realm. 

 Everything was initiated from the divine consciousness, which emanated countless sparks to generate souls and broaden the Divine consciousness. Initially, light souls came into existence, but this alone didn’t suffice to expand the divine, prompting the sparks to grow stronger and produce dark souls. Each group coexisted peacefully within their own domain, engaging in a reciprocal exchange of the creator’s gifts of creation. The light souls were occupied with crafting universes, while the dark souls delved into exploring the darker aspects of these universes.