Chapter fifteen

Even being a unicorn in appearance, the spy cat could not see the light; so he knew that The Land of VISORS knew he was of another species.

The cat concentrated on staying calm and continuing to search. On the fifth day he learned that the white powder came from the horns of the unicorns and that they had every intention of letting us cats know about their world. Precisely, the ones in charge of letting the whole planet know about the world of the VISORS were the so-called fireflies.

THE UNICORNS ALREADY KNEW THAT OTHER SPECIES EXISTED

WITHOUT THE NEED FOR US TO SEND SIGNS OF LIFE

CURIOSITY EMERGED FROM THEM.

Come to think of it, the first time I wondered if there was something different from what I knew, was when I saw a trail of white light streaking across the sky. No, not that I saw the light itself; but I saw its color and, like all my compatriots, I was mesmerized.

FOR THE CATS WE WERE ALL EQUAL IN THE WORLD

On the sixth day he overheard a conversation; from which he learned that they were expecting the arrival of the ambassador of the cats, but that there was no sign of any cat anywhere. They also knew only certain things about the BLIND, thanks to their spy unicorn. He was on a journey in search of doing something more with the magic dust that, according to what they said, is a product of the wear of the horn of the spy unicorn by the action of the wind ; when he attracted with the power of his horn some strands of bark from a strange tree that was lying in a place new to them. All because the spy unicorn's horn, for some reason, was connected to that tree in the new world.

At that very moment, the cat knew that the new world they were talking about was his and mine. He had to go back and find the tree before the week was over.

On the morning of the seventh day, after staying up all night without anyone noticing, he found in the unicorn's house a white rectangle on one side and on the other, covered with strands of bark tree's.

I almost forgot to describe the unicorn house, didn't I?

In the case of cats, we doze under the blue sky. The stars help us in other matters that are a little bit risqué; but as I don't want to leave you with a half-empty plate, I'll put it in another way that is easy to decipher:

"When a constellation forms

It does not unite souls by attraction

It unites essences by attraction

And tonight I will close my eyes

A constellation will come to me

And the wet dream will not let go of me."

It wasn't like that before, the stars served us for something else that none of my compatriots remember now. It all started when we saw that trail of white light (you know, you always see the color but never the light).

Since then, things changed in a way we didn't realize. Suddenly things were like that, period.

The little that does come to mind was when we only flew, we never touched the earth, our earth was the clouds and the earth you inhabit was the untouchable sky.

CURIOSITY BROUGHT WET DREAMS

Now, don't go believing that I touch the earth because it's only true to a certain extent. We were still with our four paws sunk in the clouds, we didn't even know how many toes we had; but with the difference that we could hear things we couldn't hear before. First it started with the hissing of the breeze, then sounds indescribable to human language.

Speaking of unicorns, their wings only serve them when they are inside their territory. If they wish to go further, as is the case with the spy unicorn, you must leave both wings made of clouds on the ground. One wing becomes the door to the room and the other acts as a small roof. If you say the key and the door opens, the roof wing will show you what is in the room.

How did I know the key?

What happens is that since we are with our paws in the clouds, but on earth, our sky changed too.

I don't remember if I mentioned it, but before the wake, the sky was only blue with stars and that was it. Now the sky is made up of cat ears that have already crossed over to the beyond; but they remained, until then, connected to that cat world of yesteryear.

The color of the ears was an opaque blue that makes the stars stand out and makes us see the meadow full of beautiful carnivorous plants. They ate essences so that everyone in the world would be equal.

Yes, it is the essence that differentiates us, it is the soul that makes us equal. Don't think that I mean that we have the same physical aspect; but that together we "push the same cart", because we have the same goal... to be and to make happy.

In the unicorn's room there is a bed of green straw, on the light blue walls there are pictures of landscapes that I have not seen until now. I don't think I'll see them either because... you know, it's been too many years.

His room was like a rectangle; so was the door which, I almost forgot, the door was like crazy and it was banging against the four walls of the room. It emitted a barely audible sound that went through all the corners of the door. Again and again the same rhythmic sequence was repeated, which sounded like a desperate call for help.

The advantages of being a narrator show up right in the parts of the story where the protagonists don't know anything but one does and I'll tell you what I know about that door:

What happened is that the blessed spy unicorn used, I think I've said it before, his horn to attract the white powder.

Do you think he said to him, COME FRIEND, DON'T YOU THINK MY HORN IS VERY SEXY?

Yeah, I know I'm not funny, but that's the way it is or what the Devil wants to give you. Remember I've always said I'm not an expert but I defend myself somewhat, don't I?

Anyway, the point is that the strange tree wasn't going to be a pushover; he had to maintain his status as a "mystery guy who is mysterious only because he's a pushover." .... Does anyone have Narcissus as a godfather?

I'm not going to delve into those topics, Lucifer forbid:

The trees I'm telling you about don't look the same as yours but they do serve similar functions. As much those of before as those of now have as main function to maintain the balance between the existing dimensions in the same reality. In this case, the trees that matter to us divided the world of the VISORS and that of the BLIND.

The ancient trees had the same shade as the current ones but the content was very different. Besides they were covered by pure brown hairs; since their brown bark was peeling due to the action of the wind (the wind is guilty of several early deaths). These trees did not need water (how scary), there was not even such a thing-it is unnatural-nor did they capture sunlight to photosynthesize or so you have been told it is called.

The trees fed off the balance. This consisted not only in the fact that no one could migrate from dimension to dimension without fulfilling certain requirements; it also referred to the dance steps we danced in honor of the universe. Some say that in those moments we could see the light; because it approached us so that the movement cut it into fragments of a certain size with sharp edges. This is because these fragments of light were to protect us from the imbalance that you call madness.

Those fragments of light of which I speak are what you now know as leaves. If I were to define them I would say that they are the main ideas of a whole text that is light.

I guess I'm being very spontaneous and the idea of being a storyteller is that you have it all planned out.

How boring!

But, as I was saying, the unicorn's horn had a hard time stealing that little white powder.

The leaves that danced around the tree; after we (the cats) had already given them their shape, floating next to each other. They surround the tree and illuminate its frayed bark that its see like brown hairs into that same rickety bark.

The brown hairs used the leaves for something I cannot describe, but I will name it THE YOUTH OF OLD AGE.

Here, for now, if I will leave your plate half full because this has just begun.

Do you realize that Lucifer wants me to confuse you even more?

Are you sure you want to fall in love with madness?