Её Одиночество. Его Тьма.

      She has been running for several months now. Running and hidding. From enemies? Are they enemies? Then maybe from herself? Or from who She became? Her world collapsed once and for all. It collapsed with that heavy closed door and His pleading look.       Endless running in circles. Her body and soul are tortured and broken. Fatigue, fear and pain press on all sides. There is no more strength to resist. She needs sleep. Or... she needs Him. These thoughts tear her apart. In the end, the body surrenders, and She falls into the caring arms of Morpheus.       She flows somewhere through the endless desert being carried away by a river of many thousands of people. The scorching sun does not spare anyone, it whips everyone with its fiery whips indiscriminately. Unbearable thirst causes nausea. Head is spinning. How many strangers' faces. She is caught in a maelstrom of strangers... a monstrous carnival of rust. The feeling of endless loneliness covers Her with renewed strength. And suddenly a desperate cry. It is His voice! She will hear and recognize Him out of a thousand. She slowly turns around and manages to catch His gaze in the crowd before crumbles into a myriad of grains of sand. The heart, so young and unbridled, accelerates its pace and explodes into a fiery flower!       There was no trace of sleep. She is panting, now and then gets out of breath. Heart, scorched by empty expectation, aches. How confused She is. Neither Her power, nor Her friends... no one and nothing can help Her anymore. She knows that she must become a new hope, the very new sparkle of Light from which the Flame will flare up. She knows, but can't. Her Light itself is engulfed in flames. She burns out. Her Light longs for Darkness! She again feels like a small and frightened girl, lost in the desert, who is just trying to survive and find the saving Darkness that will hide Her Light from the cruel world.       The Room. If ever you can call this a room, it is too small and uncomfortable: just a pathetic likeness of bed, a chair and a shabby table, which are forever buried under countless maps, diagrams, wires and other rubbish. With each breath, the air gets less and less. She gasps. Her Emotions are spread by electrical discharges. Not a soul... Only She and Her Loneliness...       She clentches the hand that still remembers His touch. Memory is all that is left of Him to Her. She draws her legs up to herself and lowers her head to her knees. A heavy sigh. She is drowning in the shifting sands of memories. Bright flash. White forest. A viscous resinous Darkness in His eyes. He is frighteningly perfect in his madness. Flash. The hut on an evergreen island. Fire crackle. In front of her He is a lost child who has taken off the mask of the monster. She is no longer afraid of Him. - You're not alone, - His low, low voice makes Her tremble. - Neither are you, - so easily flies from Her lips. She holds out her hand tentatively. A moment of confusion, the glove thrown aside, and here He touches Her with his fingertips. His Darkness envelops Her in a warm cocoon. She is ready to become a guiding Light for Him drowning in His impenetrable Darkness. Flash again. Red walls of the hall. Everything around is engulfed in flames. But that doesn't matter, because they stand back to back. They are on the same side now. They fight as allies for the first time. - You're nothing! - pierces Her voice of the new leader, - But not to me... His words are so dear to Her. She, who came out of nowhere, is significant to Him. - Join me...Please ... He is afraid to lose Her. His Darkness beckons, offering Her the unknown expanses of His Universe. The light, which had long been buried in the depths of His wounded heart, began to break through the scars and suddenly dawned the sticky pitch of His darkness with stars. All is not lost yet. But She cannot yield to this Darkness. Her Light is the last hope! She doesn't belong to herself. The sharp blade of loneliness is pierced into the heart which spreads like bitter poison through the veins. She must leave Him again.       Memories in bright flashes flow one by one. The impossibility of choice poisons Her existence. This pleading look of the again deceived boy breaks Her heart. She must try to change at least something. What if..? But She has already closed that heavy door for Him. The path is cut off, there is no more hope. Or..?       Something is different?! She opens her eyes wide, out of breath, and her heart is about to explode. Pulse! She feels another chaotic pulse! Stardust sparkles in Her eyes. She is not alone... He is with her!