Sylas had gone for a walk in the heart of nature, alone, far from the noise of the city. The sky was covered with gray and heavy clouds, but this did not bother him. The coolness of the air and the melody of the wind in his ears seemed to fill the emptiness inside him. He stepped into the depths of the forest, like an artist examining an old painting, searching for meaning in every detail.
Art was everything to him; every stroke of the brush, every reflection of light, every impression of nature… He perceived the world as if he were looking through a photographer's lens. But today everything was different. There was a peace mixed with the silence of nature, while a deep sense of emptiness inside him was slowly enveloping him. With every step he took, a slowly increasing weight was taking his body and soul captive.
As if in a momentary forgetfulness, he was nearing the end of his walk. At that moment, his eyes blurred for a moment; it became difficult to take his steps. His heart was beating rapidly in a way he was not used to. Something was breaking inside him, but he could not accept it in some way. Even breathing was difficult for him now. At that moment, he realized that everything was close to ending.
At one point, he sat down on his knees on the ground. At that moment, he felt something he had never seen before; it was not just physical pain, but the beginning of a spiritual transition. He took a few deep breaths, his eyes slowly closing as he began to feel an inner peace. He felt his soul leave his body. It was as if for a moment he had become part of the entire universe, in a place beyond time. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was face to face with another being in the depths of nature.
At first there was only a restlessness; he could not understand what was happening. But then, in this new environment, something began to change. Another spirit was moving with him; a kind of consciousness, perhaps a reflection. Different memories began to appear in his mind. There was a connection to himself and to the world that he had not felt before. Traces of his past began to blend together.
Sylas's soul was picking up echoes of another life. A life that wasn't his, but that he felt somehow. Like someone in another body was consciously sending him a message...Even though it was hard to accept, a part of his soul accepted it.
As the memories came together, fragments of his past appeared in his mind like a film strip. The owner of that old life was the soul of another child. A moment of indecision, then came acceptance. Even though he didn't know what was inside, he was somehow merging with his past. A bond formed between the souls of the two of them among the pain, loss and loneliness of the past. They cried together, were silent together, felt that they were healing together.
Sylas, in this transition, finally accepted. The two sides of his soul were merging, disappearing together. The sorrows of the past were mixing with the hopes of a new life.
There was something that belonged to him now. Not just a past, but hope for the future. The connection he felt to nature and the world was stronger than ever. His eyes opened, and he took a deep breath. Something had changed, but everything was in its place now.
Sylas took one last, slow, deep breath and felt the peace within him. The pain of the past was now erased. His mind, body, and soul were now free. A new journey had begun.