Chapter 15: The mystery of water (part 5)

Two girl wearing a long black dress wait for us. A total white mask cover their face.

- "Password" The cold voices of the girls sound at the unison.

- "Aqualirisium" Arsen's mouth spoke with a delicate veil of authority.

- "Welcome back, Mr. Arsen Dyons" The girls says.

The girls come to us and one of each of them take our hand.

- "Come with us, Mr?" A girl ask me.

- "Mr. Ken Quinzen" I reply.

After that, Me and Arsen walk away from the entrance and come inside, with the masked girls.

- "Mr. Quinzen, the honor is yours" Arsen's arm swing to the door.

I open the door in front of us and a luxurious view wait for me. Many people that are wearing white masks, they also wearing very precious clothes. The structure inside is more golden than the gold itself. From the ground, there's a white carpet with some golden details; on the ceiling a shining candlestick. From the sides of the structure, many luxury tables and chairs, where people sit in and talking each others. At the center of the structure, there's a big counter.

- "Welcome to the 'Truths Club'".

- "What is this?"

- "It's a secret place. Look, everyone hide their face here with the masks".

- "But.. We don't have the masks".

- "Don't worry, Mr. Quinzen. We don't need masks" Arsen's mysterious gaze stare at mine, slowly he come close to me.

- "We already wear one, right Mr. Quinzen?" Arsen smirk at me.

My mouth is shut. I didn't have replied to Arsen's question.

- "Follow me".

We stepped in the structure.

- "Mr. Quinzen, go to the table down there, I'll reach you after that I finish to talk with a person".

I walk on the white carpet, my eyes see in every angle of the structure. The people here wear a very strange clothes and white masks. No one has his face visible. Only me and Arsen didn't have wear the white mask.

A strange man stop my walk.

- "Do you have coming with the truth teller?" The man's voice is very deep.

The man are wearing a long white cloak and white shirt under with a silver tie. the trousers is also white and the black shoes.

- "The truth teller? Who is?"

- "The man who took you here. He is the truth teller" The man says.

The situation is very strange, Arsen has coming behind me.

- "My my, Mr. Quinzen what are you talking about with him?"

- "Arsen, he doesn't have the white mask".

- "Don't worry my friend, Mr. Quinzen is with me" Arsen replies peacefully.

We leave the masked man, and we go at the table.

The chairs here looks more like a little thrones. The table looks like a giant desk with dark wood and golden details.

- "We finally arrived, right, Ken?" Arsen sat in front of me.

- "Right. Mr. Arsen Dyons".

Our gaze staring each other.

- "Mr. Quinzen, do you want be blessed by the truth teller?".

- "What is your meaning of blessing?".

- "Being enlightened by the truths. Go beyond the illusions and feeling the real form of you. The blessing that make you able to destroy the mirror that reflect your false reflection of yourself. A new person" In the right hand of Arsen there's a glass of crystalline drink.

- "Drink it, and accept the truth"

My right hand take the glass and slowly I drink the crystalline drink.

[From that moment, the life of Seraf being forgotten from himself, everything being erased by the forgetfulness. His old life being forgotten and a new life has being born. The life of Ken Quinzen, the worshipper of himself.]

– From that moment, my soul has being enlightened. Everything has change in myself. My view. My mind. My feelings. I've reach the quintessence of myself. I'm feeling metaphysical, irrationally, but this doesn't mean anything. Everyone need to see beyond the blindfold. Everyone needs to be true with himself. We can't live in an illusion of ourself. The rationality are for weak. The conscience are for the one who can't accept his inner thoughts.

My entire body has being fallen into the dark abyss. The abyss is a enormous mirror that reflects my fall. The reflection of my face has changed into something else. My hair has being totally white and my facial features has changed too. My face has being more slim, my jawline is more sharpen, my nose more slim. My eyes are the same color of the gold now. I'm falling in a reflection of the new myself, and everything is fine. At least I'm true –

The golden eyes being opened, and they see a book over the desk. A book titled: "The oracle of truths".