Apocalypsis 1.07 Vision Read Online Free PDF

and shine.
    »In the library.«
    »Yes, in the library. That is where he is hiding. He wanted to make it a little bit exciting for you. He wraps you in his arms and he laughs. Now he is telling you that he has hidden your present somewhere in the library. You just need to find it. Start searching, Peter. Go, find your gift. Where is it?«
    Little rabbit, are you ill, why can’t you jump up the hill?
    »On the shelf.«
    »Of course. On the shelf. Where exactly on the shelf?«
    »Inside the wall behind the photo.«
    »And there you finally find it: your gift. It is a huge box wrapped in white paper and a yellow ribbon, which is tied in a bow that looks like a cross. Your birthday present from the Pope. Hold it in your hands. How does it feel?«
    »Light.«
    »Yes, of course, it is light. You shake the box a bit. What do you hear?«
    »Clattering.«
    »It is clattering. But now, you can no longer contain your curiosity. You tear off the yellow ribbon and the white paper. You open the box. Open the box, Peter. Did you open the box?«
    »Yes.«
    »Tell me what you see inside the box, Peter. What is the gift the Pope gave you?«
    The truth. The truth was a gift. The truth was as light as falling blossoms. The truth simply followed the laws of gravity. The lie, however, was a rock, endlessly heavy and as hard as crystal. Every time he tried to lift it, his arms shattered like thin glass vials. But the truth… one could catch the truth. One could puff it up in the air. It was so light. So easy.
    »What do you see, Peter? Tell me what you see. It is so easy. You want to tell me. It will be our little secret. What is inside the box?«
    »Parch… ments.«
    »What kind of parchments? Describe them to me.«
    The rock. Peter tried to lift it. He didn’t want to do it. He wanted to chase after the falling blossoms, so badly. But a voice that was coming to him from far, far away whispered into his mind that he had to lift the rock. At any cost. The rock.
    »I cannot… read them. They are just… old parchments.«
    Somewhere behind him, he heard footsteps shuffling on the stone floor. Suddenly, Creutzfeldt’s voice was close again, very close, as he began to whisper into his ear.
    »But there is more inside the box. There is the thing that clattered. What is it? Tell me what it is. I will not take it away from you, I promise.«
    The truth was a February garden filled with blossoming almond trees. The truth was honey dissolving in hot milk. The truth was a June night. The truth was a whispered promise.
    What did you just say?
    »Very good, Peter. Just beautiful how you described this blue amulet. I can almost see it before my eyes. And the symbol, too. Your drawing is very precise. Very good. A really beautiful gift. Now go back into the garden. Quickly! In the meantime, your friends have arrived. They are already sitting at the table. All your friends. The Pope is also sitting there. Don Luigi sits next to him. But who else is sitting at the table? Who is now holding the amulet?«
    The lie was a rock, too heavy to be lifted. A root, too strong to be pulled out. A sky, too high to be ripped apart. But this was exactly the reason why one had to try. Over and over again.
    »Nobody.«
    »Nobody? No, Peter. Someone else is sitting there; I can clearly see it. Who is sitting there?«
    The warmth subsided. The rock became a little lighter.
    »Nobody.«
    But then there was this little needle prick and again, the warmth flushed through his body, and the rock crystallized into a monstrous boulder resting in soggy earth. Heavy. Endlessly heavy. Time and again he broke his thin match like arms as he tried to lift the rock. Time and again.
    »Who else is sitting there, Peter? It is very easy.«
    »Ellen.«
    »Of course. But Ellen is sitting at the other end of the table. Someone is sitting between her and Don Luigi. Who is it?«
    The lie was a raging demon ready to devour him. He was already devoured.
    »Peter? Don’t make it so hard on yourself.