01-02-2022, 05:23 PM
The immensity of this moment was nearly overwhelming. This barren landscape where neither plant nor bug survived, infested with devilish creatures, was the graveyard of the Garden of Eden. It was both sickening and fascinating. That he, the Pope, was led to the place where the ancestors of humanity once roamed. Were the creatures that attacked them the offspring of the serpent? He tried to superimpose the imagery of the dream’s memory with the surrounding landscape, but the transposition felt impossible. He wished that Nimeda were here to see – the thought cut short. Nimeda wasn’t real. She was Thalia, the wide-eyed young lady of Tartu.
He thought of the Pillar then. In the dream, it had been twice his height. The four heads of the cherubim were ominous and dominating. The stone seemed as indestructable as the foundation of the earth itself.
“The Pillar was large, but everything is so different, it could be half-buried, and we’d never know it,” he said. Then there was a howl on the distance, the kind that chilled to the bone. They should leave before the creatures returned and in greater force.
He thought of the Pillar then. In the dream, it had been twice his height. The four heads of the cherubim were ominous and dominating. The stone seemed as indestructable as the foundation of the earth itself.
“The Pillar was large, but everything is so different, it could be half-buried, and we’d never know it,” he said. Then there was a howl on the distance, the kind that chilled to the bone. They should leave before the creatures returned and in greater force.
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