F. M. Faraz: The Harmony, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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It felt as if time had stopped... As if life no longer held any meaning. A short while ago, amidst the chaos of his shouts, he had sensed the sunset, and now he found himself in a space that bore no resemblance to the moments just before. A red cloak billowed before his eyes, swaying in the wind. A fleeting, childlike worry crossed his mind was he completely naked? But no, he wasn't. He still wore the same clothes as before, only his feet had vanished into the soft but chilling sand beneath him. It felt like he was standing in a desert near the sea. Perhaps he was dead and had stepped into the ultimate secret, that dream beyond all dreams, into that land hidden from the eyes of the living, at least, that's what he believed. For a moment, he gazed up at the sky, and what he saw was beyond belief. There were no stars, no sun, not even the glow of the moon. Instead, a broad, luminous ribbon resembling the symbol for infinity stretched across the heavens, casting a soft, moonlit glow over the desert. The ends of this infinite ribbon reached the horizon, while its intersection point lay directly above him. It seemed as though this immense, radiant thread was draped over an invisible dome, with him positioned precisely at its center. Never before in his life had he been so utterly captivated by the beauty of the sky. The contrast between the blackness of the night and the silvery glow of the celestial ribbon was beyond mere beauty, it was something divine, a spiritual confrontation.