Chapter Fourteen

"Once upon a time, in a time when, in a world very different from today's, the only living things were animals and plants. In the case of plants; quite apart from the fact that they have nothing to do with the present story, I know nothing about them either. Talking about animals, the only thing I know is that there were two types of animals; forget about herbivorous and carnivorous or whatever they have put in your neurons, those who saw the day and those who saw the night. The former were called VISORS and the latter were called BLIND.

Referring specifically to the life of my species: Cats are part of the blind species. For us, in those times, there was no day but only night. The sky was always the same intense blue color that electrifies when it is the eye color of a sexy boy.

Just to make sure, I want to make you remember that; as I am now Luz's sexuality and sex has to do with creation, everything I know about creation she will know and believe it is her imagination. So it stands to reason that the language I use to tell the story will be a combination of Luz and me.

Having made my point, I will continue:

We cats didn't have nails, to tell the truth, we didn't even have feet, or maybe we did; but, since we were on a flying cloud, maybe that cloud was the one that covered our feet. Many of my compatriots wondered what the life of los VISORS would be like.

Did they have flying clouds?

Did they have feet or were they cut off like the stepsisters of the mother of mice?

Could they see their feet or were they as small as Cinderella's?

One random day someone stopped their ear and communicate with the most perceptive cat of all. He was our iconic spy, the only one capable of using the rest of his senses to give us the most detailed description possible of that unknown world.

Do you think humans invented the spy James Bond?

Just in case you were wondering, our spy cat loved milk; so every month he used his keen senses to give us all a bonus of what called THE WHITE GOD.

What is the White God?

This is how we define the substance that creates the VISORS. Without our spy, we wouldn't by any chance now this delicacy.

Our spy cat found it when for the first time he was able to observe more than just the prairie, where all of us cats dwell.

The first time he saw the shape of a VISORS; according to him, when he found and reconstructed a pair of insect antennae. They can indeed go from the world VISORS to my world or visceversa.

Anyway, the thing is that the cat shook those antennae because they had a white powder on them. They said that the same dust was from the VISORS and that thanks to it they could see the day. But, as always, there may be a curious being like an insect that steals the VISORS' white powder or, better said, the most delicious god in history... blessed insect that left its antennae for the spy cat.

The spy cat was the only one capable of handling the dust and discovering the other side. His talent was undoubtedly to deal with stranger things, he had such developed senses for a reason.

Some say that the one who was a spy cat should not have been one, that the blessing of the White God (the white dust) was for another cat.

Here I do not want to give bad references of anyone; so it is better to preserve the image of hero of our good friend, the spy cat:

After shaking the pair of antennae; the white powder made him see the shape of one of the VISORS. It was an animal that commanded respect; with its head held high, its thick neck and four legs ready to run. No, it's not a horse, it's a pegsus, but at that time we called them VISORS.

Where were its wings?

Attached to the body only the spy cat didn't notice them back then. He thought it was fur else, but that's a side issue.

As for the panorama, there were only the white shadows of hills, ridges and mountains. The only thing he couldn't see was daylight. And, as I saw in the shadows, there wasn't much difference in beauty between his daytime world and my nighttime world... the light made the difference.

I didn't know in the case of the pegasus or VISORS, whatever you want to call them, but here the blue sky was made of blue candles. And if it was some cat birthday; a shooting star would appear to the cat in question and he had to follow the star to the end, only if he wanted his dream to come true. Of course, not all dreams came true, nothing to do with the outside.

The mountains and hills hold our food; in exchange for us cats letting the earth change the dark blue color of the clouds to a green so deep that it rejuvenates the sky... the clouds use it as a racetrack for too long.

The earth is so considerate that it gives us something in return for taking care of it, knowing that without it we are at the nothing. The land as everything we need and we don't realize it. But anyway, we have to let the haters be haters and us be us.

Do I call them VISORS or just unicorns?

Although I don't know if all the VISORS were winged unicorns or also called pegasus, but the ones the spy cat saw and made us see were just unicorns. They are the ones that count in the end, so I'll just call them unicorns and that's it.

Back to the story:

Being able to see more than just how the unicorns breathed, how they ran or a certain part of their iris; caused curiosity about the other side to rise to a point of no return.

Before those antennas, the only one who could see the insects was the spy cat and we were resigned to it, to just believe in the word of our hero cat, but no anymore.

OUR BUBONIC PLAGUE WAS CURIOSITY

The spy cat and a couple of apprentices from the school of that same illustrious compatriot, examined the pair of antennae with total eagerness that was tempered by the experience of the expert cat.

They found out what I already told you about the white powder and; moreover, sprinkling it on a shooting star could transport a BLIND person to the other side. The problem was that there was no known way to get back to the night world of cats.

Who else could stick their neck out for the cat homeland?

The spy cat was prepared so he had to close his school of wise and brave cats. All so that on the day of his departure to foreign lands, we males sighed and the ladies shouted GATUN FORCE.

Amidst cheers and applause, our hero set out on his journey towards the light. On his birthday he ran a twelve-hour marathon without stopping, until the shooting star fell into his arms and he sprinkled it whit white powder. Then, according to him, the star absorbed him and led him to the other side.

When he arrived, he found himself transformed into another unicorn. He expected to find a world incredible to his eyes, but the mountains and hills look like those of the cat world; until you stay a few days to observe the mechanics of unicorn life: While we cats have a normal meadow with flowers, trees and other vegetation; unicorns possess a territory that exudes magic.

Every day, in the space between hill and hill, a special object appears for a unicorn of the community, which will transport him to an adventure that will help him to obtain his wings made of clouds. There was a risk of never returning from the adventure, but it was a risk to be a VISORS citizen.

Who do you think got the next adventure?

Yes, the spy cat. The unicorns could be fooled by the camouflage of the white dust, but the earth could never be fooled. However, the cat was not going to give up so easily. He had a week before going on the typical hero's journey.

The spy cat's plan was to understand the logic of the VISORS' world.

As far as their physique is concerned, they are just like a unicorn; except for the part where their skin is scaly. The information he unveiled on the third day revolved around these scales: they held the light possessed by the insects that brought the pair of antennae. In your world you call these insects fireflies and the light they possess is taken away by the unicorns. Those scales are like the shadow of the firefly's backside, the place where its light lay dreaming of illuminating.

We could not see them

We only saw their white shadows

They only see scales

The shadow of the light's lair

But what about the light they saw?

What was it then? was it not light?

What could be as beautiful as light?