The Life report of the terrible creature, who lives in a dark
cave, called Loid is a book, or a post on a blog, or a follow-up of 0s and 1s
in the hologram of reality, an endless story that goes nowhere and is all,
following the day, or night, or nothing, of a being who is also none, or all,
or a man, or a reptile, or a bird, or simply a monster. A day in which he walks
through a dark cave, or a forest, or an old house, and finds in his way
characters like Alice from Wonderland, Adolf Hitler and a door.
1. Blood ...
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Blood ...
Blood
is all that sees in its hands the terrible creature, who lives in a dark cave,
and is known by the people of a nearby village as the "Terrible Creature
that lives in a Dark Cave." But, however, it has no name, for being
completely nameless, although in fact, it really likes to call itself
"Loid". And that’s how it will be named in this account of its life,
that in its publication - if this has not already occurred, or rather, if it
ever really does occur - it will be - or is or will never be - Life report of
the Terrible Creature, who lives in a Dark Cave, called Loid".
Let
us return to this important account. So, who is Loid? What it’s like? Why is it
so feared by the people of the nearby village? I believe I had not previously
mentioned the fear of the people of the nearby village, but that is not
important now. These are questions to be answered in the near future, or
perhaps never, or perhaps have already been answered, and you reader simply
forgot them. But what is important now is the blood that is in the hands of our
dear Loid. Why dear? You will get this answer by reading this report, or maybe
not! Maybe you'll learn to call it the terrible Loid. Who can really say what
kind of judgment will you draw from this fateful, perhaps joyful, perhaps
tedious account? Certainly not me. Probably not at all you.
I see that it already took me too long to start this story,
so let's get back to the starting point. Where is our dear Loid? In its dark
cave, which it does not own, since Loid does not belong and nothing can belong.
Loid sees his hands, or paws, or claws, or hooks, or wings, or fins, or simultaneously
all, or none at all, covered with blood, which comes from its skin, which is
equal to that of a mammal, or bird, or reptile, or insect, or fish, or
constantly all, or simultaneously none. Loid murmurs a single word in the
immensity of the dark cave and the sound is repeated:
- Blood ... Blood ... Blood ...
Loid knows why he is bleeding, for it swam in the river of
glass that flows into the center of the dark cave, which is no longer so gloomy
as this strange river reflects the sunlight on its walls. Sun that does not
come from outside the cave. For long the sun does not hang over that desolate
land, where there is a constant winter that can be seen as far as the sight of
a blind man can reach. The light that is reflected by the so-called dark cave
through the river of glass comes not from its surface, but from its source,
which lies far beyond a fully known but probably unknown place. This light is
reflected by the thousands, eternal pieces of glass that flow through this
river. Pieces that hide, each one, different eternal infinities. So every
morning of that land without sun, Loid plunges into this river and swim. Swim
for all that was, all that is and all that will be; for all that can be
imagined, for all that cannot be imagined, for everything yet to be imagined.
It has, then, thousands of sharp pieces of glass, which hide the reflection of
universes, piercing its skin. Cutting it, while lost, slipping between these
thin ends is found, while all find it in return. Soon, after time has run out
in infinity and restart in an explosion, Loid returns to his cave, which does
not belong to him, or to anyone else, but which it likes to call for himself.
Leaving this river every morning, Loid stops, rubs his hands in his face, since
it has both and nothing can deny its existence. It sees with its eyes, which
also has, and only its quantity and form can be questioned, its hands with the
red of the blood, since Loid not only has eyes, but also can identify colors.
The blood covers it completely and the intense scarlet vibrates with all that
is, not really being.
This is the main routine of Loid every morning on an earth
where there is no sun and where a constant winter reigns. A routine that is not
routine, at least not for Loid, who does not have a good memory, or perhaps has
a great memory, but cannot remember what it did in the past, which is prior to its
dive into the glass river, that which lasts an infinite amount of time.
Loid feels pain when it sees the blood, which is
interesting, since Loid does not have blood, or the capacity to get hurt. Maybe
Loid just likes to think it has blood and that it can get hurt. But this is a
mystery, since Loid's mind is a mystery, which cannot be analyzed, only his
acts, which it does not have. Then you might also think that Loid does not know
it has no blood and that it cannot get hurt. Perhaps someone has told it a lie,
which Loid believed. Soon, perhaps, its hands, face and eyes are also a lie and
can be questioned. But they have always existed, or perhaps not.
Loid does not wipe the blood, which ends up drying on its
skin, which may not exist. Thus it becomes completely red for all the blind who
want to see it, since without life the vibrant scarlet is no more. Being
kneeling, with legs, which should not have their existence questioned, but
which may not exist, on the bank of the river of glass, it rises and walks to
one of the many exits of the dark cave. Since Loid, in addition to having legs,
has the ability to walk, or at least believes to have.
The dark cave is quite extensive and leads to many places,
perhaps real, perhaps unreal, perhaps only imagined by Loid. Who knows, maybe
it's not going anywhere, maybe the shadowy cave is really small and has no way
out. Let us suppose for the moment that the only real way out is the one that
leads to the path of the nearby village, which is perhaps only imagined.
Assuming this, let's follow Loid as it walks to one of the many exits of the
dark cave that is not the exit to the nearby village, as this may be the only
real escape, which may not exist. It skirts the river of glass and sees its way
prevented by a small square stone, perhaps rectangular, perhaps trapezoid,
definitely with many sides, definitely not spherical. Stone that precedes a
gigantic cliff, or perhaps a firm rocky plan. Loid stops in doubt about whether
to follow or not. And so it decides not to do so. But by luck, which Loid has
little and the reader obviously very much, since if it had not the story would
end now, Loid is impelled to follow by a strange and new sensation of fear. It
goes on, takes a step forward, overtakes that little rock, and then fall, drops
a huge greatness, to the firm rocky plane in front of it, a step up. In this
new, extremely old, part of the dark cave, it faces the many perhaps real,
perhaps unreal, perhaps imagined exits of that same dark cave. All for many,
perhaps few, far away, near there. Exits that may be the roads of other distant
exits, probably also nearby.
Loid senses the fear that propelled him to push further. It
knows that a great evil is approaching, one that, although every morning,
propels its forward, it cannot remember, since it has been so far away from it
a long day before, before diving in the river of glasses. Loid then follows one
of the many exits of the dark cave, one just ahead, far away, just behind where
he is, one that Loid does not remember at all, seems to it the most propitious,
leading it to a new cave. A small hot cave, with stones emanating a constant
scorching heat, which emits an intense red light, burning everything there.
Loid is covered by red, which burns its whole body, reviving the dry blood that
covers it. There, everything around it fades, the walls seem to pulsate
constantly, expanding and retracting an eternal vacuum. Loid hopes to be safe
in this new cave against the great evil that continues to approach, obviously
chasing after it.
Loid hears the footsteps of the approaching great evil,
since it also has, or believes it has, the ability to listen. Having ears, or
at least some kind of hearing aid, or maybe not having them and just imagining
being able to listen, without imagining having a hearing aid. Thus, Loid
listens to those so real steps that approach more and more, finally arriving at
the cave where it is hidden. Hot stones are nothing for this evil, they do not
burn it, since it does not believe it can burn. At last, Loid's eyes meet the
great evil it fears so much and although it does not remember, it soon
recognizes the little girl with golden hair and blue eyes, named Alice, who is
in front of it.
Alice looks at Loid and murmurs,
- Bunny...
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