Beyond the Veil

The shimmering obsidian dissolved into a whirl of luminous particles, as if the air itself were pulverizing into a thousand reflections. Marco found himself in a place of deafening silence, but this time the void felt vibrant, charged with a palpable energy. The surface beneath his feet was smooth and cold, similar to primordial ice. Above him, an immense cosmic vault stretched, dotted not by stars, but by infinite globes of soft light. Each was a miniature universe, expanding and contracting slowly, like a breath. Time and space, concepts that had felt immutable until now, lost their meaning here, becoming mere illusions of limited perception. Marco felt that every moment he had lived was part of an eternal present, a sensation that enveloped him with a sense of vertigo and, at the same time, of profound peace.

In this place, gravity had lost all power. His body felt light, almost ethereal. Thoughts flowed with a clarity he had never experienced. The confusion of previous chapters, the weight of the shadow, the nostalgia for the past: everything had settled, leaving a lucid and crystalline calm. Here, questions were no longer anxious whispers, but outlines of truth beginning to take shape, almost to materialize. Marco no longer sought definitive answers, but the possibility of asking better questions. He had understood that the search was not an act of conquest, but a process of discovery, a continuous unveiling.

A brighter glow captured his attention. From one of the luminous globes, larger and closer, a figure emerged. It was an aggregation of light and shadow that emanated an immense serenity and boundless knowledge. It had no voice, yet Marco felt it speak directly into his mind with pure concepts, with the undeniable certainty of eternal truths. These were not words, but waves of comprehension that flooded his consciousness, an experience that transcended language and every form of human communication. The figure moved with a grace that did not belong to this world, dancing among the luminous globes like a shooting star that had found its peace.

"You have come to the veil," a soundless resonance echoed in his consciousness. "Here, form dissolves, and meaning is revealed."

Marco felt he was in front of a primordial force and felt no fear, only respect. The entity was not there to judge him, but to guide him through the unknowable. "What do I seek?" Marco asked, not with his lips, but with the entire essence of his being, an echo of an echo in the vastness of the cosmos.

The figure of light expanded and a flood of images and sensations inundated his mind. He saw the vastness of the cosmos, the fragility of a blade of grass bending in the wind, the unbroken cycle of birth and death. The apparent chaos concealed a perfect and incomprehensible order, a dance of atoms and galaxies moving in unison. The loneliness of the individual, his being a universe unto himself, coexisted with the profound interconnectedness of everything, the awareness that every choice he made, every breath he took, was part of an immense network of causality. It was a totalizing experience that contained all possible answers, without giving any. Marco understood that the search for meaning was not the discovery of a formula, but the acceptance of complexity, the embrace of mystery. Meaning was the path itself, the act of asking questions, of seeking, and of accepting not knowing as an act of faith.

"The Self," the voice continued without sound, "is the point of observation, the spark that perceives, the fragment of the whole that seeks to reunite." The luminous entity showed him images of infinite Selves, each in a different state of awareness, all part of a single, immense flow. There was no judgment in these images, only the serene observation of an eternal process.

Marco understood that the automatism and massification he had so greatly feared were not external enemies, but internal temptations. They were the easy way out to avoid facing the vertigo of freedom, the siren singing the melody of conformity. True transcendence was not about fleeing reality, but about understanding it on a deeper level, integrating the dream into wakefulness, chaos into order, fragility into strength. To be "Free to Fly" meant accepting one's uniqueness without fear, embracing one's heteronomy as a gift, not a burden. It didn't mean having all the answers, but having the courage to ask the right questions and to accept uncertainty as an integral and indispensable part of the human condition.

The figure of light began to withdraw slowly into its cosmic globe, fading like a dream that recedes upon waking. The energy in the hall diminished, the silence grew lighter, and the surface beneath his feet began to vibrate. It was no longer the mechanical hum of the mirrors, but a tremor that announced an imminent change, a new beginning.

Marco was alone again, but he no longer felt that way. He was filled with a profound peace, a clarity that resonated in every cell of his being. He had gained an understanding that went beyond words. He had looked beyond the veil, and what he had found was not an end, but an expansion. His Self, though fragmented, now felt part of something infinitely larger, while still maintaining its unmistakable uniqueness. The return to reality, whatever it might be, would be different. The flight was imminent.

Per l’ elaborazione di parti del contenuto è stato utilizzato l’ ausilio dell’AI Gemini.

Luca.