My name is Paul.

Here I am in front of a precipice.

I am facing west, my feet at the edge of the abyss and I am contemplating the sunset.

The trees are covered with thousands of colors from yellow to bright red.

A pleasant breeze shakes my greying hair.

I was sitting on a small folding chair and a bag with some salted food, cheese and good bread.

Also a good bottle of wine. The most expensive at Delhaize...

On the horizon I could not see any town or village and this place was very remote.

To my left, I could see the sea. Strangely quiet today.

I took a last sip of the good wine and raised a toast to an invisible point.

"You won't win this time, Darkia! I hope you die in hell with me!"

Then Paul stood up, took one last look at the world around him, and tears came out of his eyes. He was crying, but it was not him who was crying... It was his obsession, his nemesis, his nightmare, the source of all his misfortunes. He had called her Darkia.

It was the poison of his existence. His fear, his fears and the material and spiritual realization of all his failures.

He raised one foot towards the void, a fall of several hundred meters awaited him. Such a fall was hopeless. Inaccessible, not visible and very difficult to reach.

He felt as if he was being hit in the chest, as if an animal wanted to escape, but Paul was brave. Maybe. Maybe not but, heartbroken, his shattered dreams and hopes had anesthetized him from fear and self-preservation. Feeling his instincts resist, he interpreted this as if he was possessed or bewitched and the entity was struggling but it was only him. He didn't realize he was killing himself. Anyway, he was tired.

And he jumped.

As he fell, he smiled, falling backwards, he didn't know when the impact would come.

He realized a split second too late, "You idiot, you never understood anything. "

While he had his smug smile, the creature of darkness was crying.

Many years ago, I was born of chaos, storm and the fury of the sea.

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It was a dark and black sea, the sky always overcast, and if it wasn't raining it was always dark.Like any creature, no one remembers his birth but one thing was sure, I had all the rage, anger and sense of injustice and nameless fear flowing through me like ebony blood, black to the depths of black.At first I had no real form, but over the years the fluid that made me up began to take shape, as if I were stabilizing, as if I were becoming consistent.Then I had a head, legs and claws.But I was black, full of scales and spikes.

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But I had two big wings.The world in which I was evolving was not stable or fixed.The days were rare and a veil, a mist covered everything. Whatever the time of day.On the coast, a fortress of Basalt was erected like a spur cutting and defying the force of the sea of storms.Inexorably, I was drawn to this primordial structure.There must have been a castle here, but it had collapsed, undermined and eaten away by centuries and centuries of assault. One could still see here and there inscriptions and arches, some windows, being only holes that the waves had soon filed. But the structure still contained its cavern, its inner passage to underground passages, partially flooded by the tides.

I spent whole days walking through these tunnels, this labyrinth, but what motivated me were the passages of humans, but who, at the turn of a corner or a staircase, disappeared like that, without any reason [https://img.wattpad.com/a6cd104b893b978bbccda6024f2f55c59fa57436/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f50764e716e713539387637377a673d3d2d313034313137343131332e313636636637313062626637643566663533303233373136353638362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

I spent whole days walking through these tunnels, this labyrinth, but what motivated me were the passages of humans, but who, at the turn of a corner or a staircase, disappeared like that, without any reason.Most of them ignored me, as if I didn't exist. In fact, nobody saw me.I was passing through.And the words that these visitors were saying had no tail and no meaning. It was incomprehensible.Even I wondered how I was able to think, and what language I was speaking. Was it a language?Who was I?I didn't know myself.I was hungry and not hungry but I ended up "absorbing" and eating the feelings and fears of the visitors.They didn't realize it and didn't care.Then, one day I attacked some animals and, indeed, their flesh gave way under my fangs and I could finally taste the blood.But if I was distracted or if I looked behind me, there was no more carcass, and worse, I had sometimes instead of meat, a clod of earth or a stone.It was madness. Was it me who was logical in a chaotic world or was it the world that was logical and I the chaotic creature?One thing was certain... this was my domain, my den and my home.Then, one day I found the exit of the tunnel and I arrived at the edge of a river in a green forest.At the exit of the tunnel, valleys and meadows bordering the central park of a city.The "central" city, the city of dreams:A'Arnateth..., the city of the thousand veils..., the city of the shipwreckers...It is said that this city is the meeting place of all dreamers but in fact, we don't know much about this city or this world. After years of spying on the "visitors", I learned, in fact, that they were dreamers and my doubts became certainties.I was living in the heart of a dream world.I was the product of a dreamer's imagination. But it was impossible to find him or to meet him or else I would cause storms and hurricanes and chaos and destruction, or make the world, well, my world even more chaotic.Make it nightmarish.....