Book2:KigdomIteDreams

eonlysoundscamefromtheoccasionalrustleofwindblowingthedriedfallenleavesoutsidethepadthehollowechoofhisownfootsteps.Thenhecametotheuniquelydesignedspiralstaircase,sodevisedthateverystepemittedadifferentnotelikethekeysofapianoandtheechoofthatnotewouldresoundinthesurroundingatmosphere.KingDimitritrodthestairsslowlyandcarefullysoasnottooverlydisruptthestillnessandtranquilitythatexistedinthepace.Suddenly,hefelttheimpactofastrong,inexplicablecurrentandstoppedtosideritsin.Hefounditwasakindofmood,truefeelingsfromthedepthofhisownsciousness,calm,bandserewasatruefeeling,abstractyetreal.Whenhecametotheveranda,hesawStephanielyingonacouch.Hereyeswerehalfopen,staringatthecloudlessblueskiesyandsatisfiedsmileonherlips.Herbodywassoemaciatedthatshecouldonlybreathewithdifficulty,butthehappinessandsatisfainherheartwaslikeaneream,flowingthroughherwholebody.Thedazzlingbrillianceofgoldglitteredalroundher,everymoleculeoflighthappyandlively.Evealshavealifeforce,avitality.Justthen,Stephanieseemedtofeeslight,almostindisiblege,afshofvicissitudefntoherinnerworld.Itcameaswiftlylikeafshoflightning.ButthesedistrasdidoinfluenceorbotherStephanie,whosehearthadlongbeehthewideexpanseofblueskies.KingDimitrisatdowlyontheflooroStephaheirtwosoulsuoodeachothertacitlyandcouldunicatewithoutwords.Justthen,astreakofwhitesmokeflewintothegoldpadcamebeforeKingDimitri.Hesaid,

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    “GoquicklyandaskthebeautiestomediatelyandsaygoodbyetoStephahewhitesmoketurnedandstreakedbackacrosstheketocarryouthisand.

    Onheariidings,