WHITE DARKNESS - BLACK MAGIC SAGA - BOOK 1

Once darkness is the only one who dries your tears when the sunlight is too much, we learn fear is not an option. But then, there comes a darker side of black, a place where our memories torture us like a punishment from same hell. And that, we call white darkness, when the sun burns the already wounded flesh of hearts that hope they forget. It is a cellar where love damages instead of healing and good doesn’t really grasp its true meaning ever. In this land, when there once was an order, now what should be is haunted by what one wants it to be. So when they are asked who really are they, the wall in front of them crashes and does not crumble even if they hit it. A dead end is what traps them for a long time, even when they try to know if what they had been told is what really matters. Love will never save them, that was what they have been told for a worthless time of a lifetime, as redundant it may sound. It won’t heal them, would never do any kind of good for them to even dare to feel it near their nerves, flesh and bones. Leave alone brain and heart. It didn’t exist, they knew. There was only darkness they would never share with anyone. And then… Why did they ask? Why was the something they had never wanted to own and claim so hard to control now that that all this was happening? It didn’t exist. But why did they think it did now? Had something changed inside this land of horrors? Certainly not. Perhaps the hopes had raised themselves too much to be even reachable for any being habituating this world; oh hope was so dangerous for the poor exposed hearts burning in the fire of their fears. There was belief now, there was religion… And then there comes this question, have we ever truly known what love certainly is? Or is that we just let ourselves be fooled by the meaning we have been taught to contemplate all our lives? Do we really understand what means to love another and ourselves? Let me tell you the answer: no. All that means the concept of life, we have believed to know, by the dictionary, what is to love, but never by heart. We have interiorized the meaning other people we taught, and other before them and so on until they reached us. Do we fully understand what true love actually means? Certainly, true love isn’t the things we see in popular romantic movies. Usually when people talk about true love they think about the short-lived attraction, an infatuation that should last forever. And, no, infatuation has nothing to do with true, deep, unconventional love. True love is actually an extremely hard job, but the most rewarding and satisfying work someone would have ever done. We, as existential beings, have never know or experienced what it truly is, we just think we know. And what is to know everything if you don’t really know what everything truly is? The lies and the secrets now have become so exposed that there was no darkness to hide them more. The white darkness that haunts the real nightmares, the ones experienced while being wide awake, has found its way through the darkest flames that confined and guarded them in their depts, and certainly had become in the purest way of white sunlight. So the real question here was… Does a final darkness even exist anymore? Or is it that we have become so unfree within ourselves that it has already swallowed us?