Under the still surface of shining soft Water, which smiles at you as you try to look inside, hide millions of voices... They talk one at a time, or sometimes all together, producing the cacophony and bringing in madness and despair. The ear-plugs won't help you - this is not a loud shot-gun or noisy housewife across the road - they ARE inside you, they never stop.
When a stone falls into the still water, not only it destroys the the overall calmness of the surface, but also sets the voices free. And that's not something you want to happen, as they become a torment not only for you, but for the others, who live around the Water.
Long time ago, in the age when people were innocent and naive, there were no voices. They were protectively kept outside the borders of this little world by the Mother Goddess. But Mother Goddess disappeared long time ago and now it is us, people who keep them under the surface.
Sometimes we accidentally set them free and start doubting whether they are to be kept there. What if they will eventually get burned under the hostile influence of the shining Sun? What if they are meant to be released to leave this place once and forever?
No one knows the answer untill the sanity is questioned and pushed to the point, when there is no comming back. No one wants to try, because it is too hard to bear. No one knows, if Mother Goddess is comming back.
What if she won't? What if we are stuck with these voices forver?
Who will find the answers if not us?
(An extract from mad diaries of Cpt. Bol)
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