Chapter Thirty Seven: Secrets Encoded

Sometimes since I've been in the garden

I've looked up through the trees at the sky

and I have had a strange feeling of being

happy as if something was pushing and

drawing in my chest and making me

breathe fast. Magic is always pushing

and drawing and making things out of nothing.

Everything is made out of magic, leaves,

and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes

and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

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Hello, and welcome to my own recording,

an endeavor of the most dubious kind,

of things not easy to be validated, I understand,

so I will just let the natural world

become my witness, as time passes by,

forseeably looking for the right timing,

and the accurate place and occurence

to decode these most shocking secrets.

This is also about the Ministry of Space,

and its role in the unforgiveness of the

acts to follow, a secret so evil that

it villified the world of Fantasy,

a certain dimension where morals are upheld,

but whose courage and reason

are enough motives to fight the battle

between good and evil.

The duality of heaven and hell.

So true, yet confusing.

No one knows what reality means,

because this dimension lacks

the required senses to feel, see, hear, taste,

and smell, but I know these things

to be true and correct, a testimony

of life and death, for I was lost

within the pages of an incredible book,

as adventurous as it may seem.

For this reason, the morals raised within

the pages and the books of the shelves,

cannot in itself be quantified by

the mere limits of reality, a lack

of characteristics to be able to live

freely yet vulnerably exposed

to the sadness of life, the whims of desire 

and the never-ending search

for the elusive truth.

And that, fundamentally, was the weakness

that gave way to the fall of Fantasy,

the importance of morals notwithstanding.

There was, in the midst of all, a crucial character

that defines the ultimate reason,

to live, to feel

to experience.

Live in the reality

albeit cautious to think

and reasonable when to act.

Nothing else matters, the Lore of Commons

They have failed, they fell!

Like a seed buried in a rich soil

To grow again like a sturdy tree

A resurrected plea

And when the timing is perfect

Everything will now come back to order

By extinguishing darkness

and chaos

and deceit

and the sinister thoughts.

This recording may have been destroyed

en route to those who matter.

An enemy could have intercepted

The manner of this testimony, cunning

Until then, one thing remains

The Lore of Commons must be opened.

Testimony from Black Box 1433

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