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David Boventer

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The devolution of time describes the transition that mankind could go through soon. It is a story of progress and of a past longer than most are aware of. The crossroad has been reached. Raphael steps forward.

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Sleeping infants made rose gleaming grins and gently distorted their mouths while chewing on incomprehensible aeolian dreams.

They would still walk upon the meadows of their ancestors and follow the call of their blissful neighbors. Where lambs grazed with the wolves. And their shivering soul would wander, merely detached and sensing their coming fall into naked physicality. On their path without return where the wall of their dreams was so impenetrable.

On the end of the rainbow the yet unknown pain of becoming human patiently waited. The emptiness and installment of loneliness.

A sentiment that would accompany them in convulsions and deterioration but also while tasting the fame of a still despicable body to come into being.

From time to time during their dreams they encountered sudden darkness and the gruesome cruelty while entering this world which would shake them awake crying utterly and without restraints. Searching the bosom of warmth and nourishment.

The precious gems of their existence were still tremblingly alive on the silver plate of options and no later fire, incited by humans and turned into evil, could enter their minds. They were at peace unified with empathy, the life of all humanoids, but also with variants of neighboring peoples, encompassed by the whole vast sea of infinite creation.

The options grew and became epochal. In the vibrating tone of that choir of thoughts, the simmering and lingering of desires evoked Raphael carefully covered his ears, avoiding deafness. Finding a temporary outpost of consciousness. A rock in the roaring and unstoppable surge of the swarm wrapping him into that blanket of sound. Whose strength would not allow too much resilience and forced him into that flow of energy, straining his threshold of endurance. One sensual input less for a moment, but the silence did not remain in its capsule and cried for help. Lacking words was disturbingly mean, resembling a bursting amniotic sac of loneliness.

The time of memory phased out, like a giant wave of devolution, the extermination of casually accepted material decay and the withering of conditions within a linear line. An eminent threat of oblivion and bewilderment followed the expanded insight and understanding. Like aroused from a blossom the fruit grew into the dawn, only to perish in doubt and recreation. The bearing of comprehension and intents raised its head, amid the current of uncertainty towards cherished habits, social contracts and sentimental charms embedded in tree resin feared by all ancient insects and accidental victims.

Most likely all humans were incapable to hear in hell, nor could they acknowledge the moaning of the other humans nor could they visualize the dull beat of despair which they had shouldered without one single thought after they left the cages of their birth.

This despair followed this world filled by light and brightness. Like the scare of a blood-stained mucus. Was greedily swallowed by the „beings“ on Position Zero.

The newborn had hardly hearkened to that horrific grinding of the winding screw, that it wished the tearing on eternity to cease. Because it hurt so much, because determination would become a vanishing fort and a bastion of resistance, molded by its own will into a shadowed existence between life and death.

When an evolution, which had seemed untouchable was suddenly assigned its very own reality, became a habit called fate. But it only originated from blindness yet to be apprehended. Now added to the colorful variety of options, building grounds on an unspeakable truth. Then a breeze of divine bondage blew away its illusion of boundlessness. Leading to a chasm of liberty, where an evil goblin promised the completion in finiteness.