Believe in life. The 17th fall of Arcadial rose. His Indigo soul grew, leaving his mind's sky blue and shining. He wondered how the world seemed through his eyes. He felt: I see the wind behind my eyes I see the hope within your smiles I see the sun begin to rise I need to realize. He asked himself: "what do I want?" He wandered around, looking for answers. He became obsessed with the responsibility and consequence of indigence. He tried, stretched and pulled every possible extrema as far as he could. Every day, again and again, over and over. As days went by, it became clearer. One day he was touched. That was when he spoke: "I am my child and I am ravenous for life." This was the day the New Condition came to life. On the first day of the New Condition, he was asked: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own divergent until I converge" His world became varieted. His world became slightly exerted. Nevertheless, he was happier than ever because his world had become more colorfol and full of new possibilities and events which he didn't took for granted. He carried on with a smile on his face and light in his arms. On the second day of the New Condition, he was asked again: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own dissident until I decide." His world became independent. No sea shall touch the same shore twice, no sun shall rise on the same time everyday. The sky will look more enchanting each time it's lit, every eye will look into eternity each time they blink. He carried on while beauty slept. On the third day of the New Condition, he was asked again: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own myth until I reveal" His world became different. The perception of the artifacts became ethereal. He walked around his world, crossing rivers and mountains, caves and fields. Squalls became storytellers of the deep, clouds became the eyes of the skies. Mountains told ages, cities became future eons. He carried on while his mind soothed the beast. On the fourth day of the New Condition, he was asked again: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own beauty until I grow" When something silenced his thoughts into infinity, love has landed on these wastelands to foretell a new era. In this era he will try to live one of his greatest dreams; the dream of convergence. He was ready to melt together with his thoughts, only to know the supposed readiness was not yet meant to be. His love is too strong to invite Ego (beauty's death) into his garden. He carried on with a heart as big as he wanted it to be. On the fifth day of the New Condition, he was asked again: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own human until I see" He saw there was something wrong. Millions of souls going the wrong way, making the earth bleed. Making the skies rain. Making the seas flood. Making the winds change. He knew that there was no common path that had to be walked, but never had there been a path that tortured souls must walk on. "Choice is a gifted belief that can be misleading for those who can't choose a path", he said. He went to sleep while hope revived. On the sixth day of the New Condition, he was asked again: "what do you want?" He replied: "I want nothing. I am my own sound until I mute" He discovered that he could hear the earth. When the sleep of magic was over, he heard it. He put his ear against the surface, closed his eyes and inhaled. A whole culture arose from the roots of his ear. A culture which set foot on the earth and never will die. He carried on while he left his roots to be discovered by his children. On the last day of the New Condition, he was asked: "what do you need?" He replied: "I need the world. It is my sedative until I die." "As long as I see myself living, there is no need for me to want anything. I can't expect the world to give me everything I like. There are so many things that I can discover without my desires. If I can do that, there will be no more tortured souls or flooding seas. The winds will go by and make me feel alive once more, in every day that may come."

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