Tales of Nykt

The tales of Nykt
Intro:
Nykt is the land in the shape of a medieval citadelle, created under a hidden wish in a rational heart who accidentally spilled an overdose of passion and added a feeling of purpose to all the chaotic DNA mix that crowded a misty shadowy path of anxious hopelesness with the shining power of imagination, where all people's words are linked to stories. It is the place where fantastic alchemy started to be experienced and the realm of extravagant dreams... It is the hugest metropolitan society of inner fantasy, the world within another, the place where questions have to be invented before reaching the answer...
1. Niktie-night... A memory to remember
... Thus the world, asleep in a cover of light would hold within its realms the silence that could be felt shining around the lands of Nykt, the only land where people are stories and their thoughts are as simple as an honest feeling.
In a little house by the fields of precious sand, old Roza started creating a new story, the begining of a new civilisation, complete creation from start to end. Her book was made of memories, her little pencil could write with the colours of each sensation and purely marvelous were her masterpieces of golden serenity.
She couldn't stop the creative flow though it was dark and everyone else had already left the world of fact for a fantastic journey within a nearby and hallucinating dreamy replica of Heaven... No. That night she had no wish to leave. All she needed was some more inspiration. She paused slightly after finishing a few more lines and then she felt a kind of windy touch of some incandescent red flavour capturing her mind away and making her desires rise above the world, away from the peace she was used to in the land of Nykt, far far and away from everything...
Ruins of the so called imaginary transposed her to a thrilling dimension and up there without wings she found it much easier to fly amongst the spheres of a newly created solar system.
As if the lifechanging journey had never even begun, the little soft and silky book threw Roza out of itself , the kind lights of Sunrise holding her in a cradle of calm peace and still silence. The land of stories was all fast asleep and in the garden of Oleiva where the lady found herself now, there was no one apart from the bit of her soul that she carried with her wherever she went, the silky book that she trusted, the actual starter of all strange turns in her daily living.
And thus it was, the experience that she would never regret as she fearlessly strolled along the streets, each of them with a tale of its own, as daylight was covering the old citadelle with the golden powder of a new morning life.
'What was to come would eventually be shown whether from within or from the outside' these were Roza's thoughts as she turned her doubts into an invisible dust that she cleared away with a rush of her hand , then turned away with her back to an uncertain past and her face to a future of great expectation

Al fin...

Yo ya lo borré. Lo borré todo. Lo que fue dicho y hecho, lo que sintieron algúna vez los demás.
Ahora nuevamente en frente de la mesa jugando con palabras para sacar una respuesta que corriendo por el aire no se deja que la descubran. Después de un descanso que nadie deseaba dieron la vuelta los que nunca estuvieron de acuerda con las reglas de la vida y se echaron a llorar con mentiras. Asi llamando la atención del ángel solitário que andaba en su mundo de concepto minimal y sin decir palabra alguna se cambió la ropa blanca por una roja y como si hubiera despertado de una pesadilla se puso a brincar y gritar locamente sobre la ecena de los sangrados y de la maldad, haciendo que ajendréra una nueva civilisación gracias a la dureza de su llanto espantoso.
Dos horas más tarde en vez de perderse en la protección nocturna la madre Tierra roncando sin parrar con desgracia se acerca peligrosamente de su fin y aunque fuera destacando en el sistema cósmico por muchas épocas hasta ella misma se da la cuenta que hay que acabar con esto sin preguntar más para asi mejor entender que todo envejece pero cambia en otra forma existencial. Si eso surje la vida puede ser de otra manera trás el aire de cambios y tristeza.