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Dom dreamed.
In his dream, the earth was open to him. Darkness and light were poured away, as was love, fear, wrath, patience, life itself, all distractions.
All that was left were the secrets.
The world is full of them, the world is built on them. Secrets are the currency of the universe, and knowing them grants access to the deeper, more desperate tracts of knowing.
Magic, the art of knowing enough to manipulate, was to him his own nature. Physics unsnarled itself and thence removed itself from the equation. He saw the back ways of existence, the things creation hides, the low places, the high reaches, the depths of knowledge to which no man has ever dared to explore.
Esotericism became irrelevant. Time doubly so. Meaning twisted back upon itself as space and time contorted to accommodate the magnitude of a new direction: a thirst for that which all men crave replaced by a greed for that which no men know.
Control.
Power.
Choice. For indeed, true power is merely the capacity to control and to understand the gravity and breadth of the choices one makes. He understood that in his dream.
There was power in his hands, in his mind, and in his heart. He was united. He was in possession. He knew what others dared not grasp at.
He was himself, and more than himself, and more than that: he understood.
He woke in darkness, but didn't fear it. He'd known darkness before, by now he understood it.
In his dream, the earth was open to him. Darkness and light were poured away, as was love, fear, wrath, patience, life itself, all distractions.
All that was left were the secrets.
The world is full of them, the world is built on them. Secrets are the currency of the universe, and knowing them grants access to the deeper, more desperate tracts of knowing.
Magic, the art of knowing enough to manipulate, was to him his own nature. Physics unsnarled itself and thence removed itself from the equation. He saw the back ways of existence, the things creation hides, the low places, the high reaches, the depths of knowledge to which no man has ever dared to explore.
Esotericism became irrelevant. Time doubly so. Meaning twisted back upon itself as space and time contorted to accommodate the magnitude of a new direction: a thirst for that which all men crave replaced by a greed for that which no men know.
Control.
Power.
Choice. For indeed, true power is merely the capacity to control and to understand the gravity and breadth of the choices one makes. He understood that in his dream.
There was power in his hands, in his mind, and in his heart. He was united. He was in possession. He knew what others dared not grasp at.
He was himself, and more than himself, and more than that: he understood.
He woke in darkness, but didn't fear it. He'd known darkness before, by now he understood it.
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To trespass my castle
And steal kisses
From unconscious maidens
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As white as snow
Or as red as blood
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For some time
I know of no curses
Or swans or ravens
Or frogs who I owe
My kisses
No one bothers dragons
The woods are clear
There are no beasts here
To steal roses from
Vegetables are kept
In the garden
Not in my room
Or my bed
I do not eat fruits
From strangers
Hay is for the farm
Not for spinning
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Once upon a time, there was a young beauty who always wore a red hood that her grandmother made for her. Therefore, she was known as Red Riding Hood, but everyone just called her Red. She stayed with her grandmother, because her parents were lost when a plague had swept the land. Her house was located in an enormous forest that was peaceful and beautiful by day but dreadful and eerie by night. Every day, Red would take her basket and walk down a dirt road until she came to a little town. There, she would get whatever her grandmother asked her to buy from the market.
Everyone in the village, like the rest of the land, lived in fear, b
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