The witch


The witch

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The mind is white and empty, it is pure in its own way and knowledge does not bother. It is the need to create its order and brush nuances in its whiteness, a human characteristic. But;

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"Oh, whoever covers the tapestry with black! Who fills the space with shadows...!"

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You cannot be afraid away from all darkness. Neither superstition nor omen will have part in a holy mind. There is a life ahead free of paradoxes; no ties, no predestination. However, I have heard that there is a portal, separation of the known and the unknown. Incomprehensible threshold, which should not be crossed, whose function is to keep the evil one at a distance. Like Pandora's box, it keeps the corrupt and fatal secret, the suffering and the condemnation. Fragile and tempting space, where just knowledge can bring dire consequences.

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The inexplicable "Dark Side", never represented anything to me. It was an unsupported tale, pure legend, mythomaniacs. Creating dark stories in the best horror style, moreover, is an easy thing to do. Describing gloomy environments branded by apparitions, stories of spirits and the supernatural domain, had no surprise for me, even less, speaking with those children of mysticism who lacked tangible information in their versions, as well as the sources, they were scarce and unreliable . In this way my anxiety-free thinking, pagan thinking incapable of committing idolatry, simply did not give more importance to the underworld, nor to the failed orthodox attempts that sought to explain it.

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I, the most incredulous being on earth!, I only base myself on ancient writing and philosophy as the maximum expression of being. I define faith as a submissive state of conscience, manipulated by doctrine. Anything that could not be demonstrable or supported by the strict theoretical foundation, then for me, it would be null and void...

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It was like that, until my eyes fell on the ring. The gem of an indigo color like sapphire and the depth of its vertices that just by looking at them plunged into the void of an infinite hole. The purple tablecloth and the crystal ball with the world of clairvoyance trapped in the spherical, under orders from the frost-girded hand and its mystical instruments of divination.

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As if by fate that was testing my obsolescence, I was guided by my feet to the shelf of canopies adorned with agate, crystals, and soul catchers. I discovered the cubicle, located in a forgotten corner of an old bazaar. It was while I was walking through the center of the city trying to order my mind that I kept asking questions without answers, regarding fate, luck and misfortune, lies and truth.

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Attracted by that smell of rosewood and sandalwood which immediately hooked me like a hook in a fish's mouth, putting me face to face with "The Witch". A character, who was about to turn my belief and conviction about mysticism around. Spellbound by the jet black hair and the black widow peak framing the whitish face. I could not resist the witch's smile, which let me see perfect teeth like bright pearls and the seductive look with which she invited me to pass:

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Dialogue:

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Why do you torment yourself? You worry about things that shouldn't matter to a pagan heart
And how do you know about my heart? You don't even know me

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