The City of Shadows
"The City of Shadows"
Once upon a time, there was a vast city, built of mirrors and mists, where people lived as if the shadows were their home. They called this city World, and what they saw in it, they believed to be the truth. Everyone wore a mask—not out of lies, but out of ignorance. No one knew who they really were anymore.
In this city lived a young man named Elion. Even as a child, he had sensed that things were not as they seemed. When he looked in the mirrors, he saw not only himself—but a voice behind the mirror, a glow that flickered like a forgotten fire.
One night, as Elion slept on the outskirts of the city, a being of light appeared to him in a dream—neither man nor woman, with eyes like sparkling stars and a voice that didn't speak, but fell directly into him.
"Remember. You are not from here. Your origin lies beyond this world—in the world of light."
Elion awoke with tears in his eyes—not from sadness, but from a sense of truth. From that day on, he began to search.
But the city resisted. The guardians of order—old priests, false teachers, voices of the system—warned him:
"Beware of that voice. It is dangerous. There is nothing outside this world. You are what you see."
But Elion no longer believed them. For a spark had been ignited within him—a divine seed that yearned for light.
He left the city.
Beyond the walls, he found the ruins of an ancient school, hidden in the sands of time. There, he met an old woman with a hood of gold dust. She was a Gnostic—a guardian of the inner teachings.
She simply said:
"It is not faith that saves you. But knowledge. The realization of who you truly are. The divine spark within you is older than all worlds."
And so Elion's true journey began. Not an external pilgrimage – but an inner homecoming.
He realized:
That the Creator of this world was not the Supreme Being, but a blind Demiurge – an architect of appearance, not of being.
That the true origin lay beyond form – in the realm of the Pleroma, the Luminous, the Eternal.
That every soul was, in truth, a fragment of the divine origin – lost, forgotten, yet never destroyed.
Every time Elion recognized what was not real, the light within him grew. And one day, when his inner fire burned strong enough, he saw – not with his eyes, but with his being – the city of shadows disappear.
He was no longer in the world.
He was in truth.
Since then, Elion no longer lives as a human being, but as a memory in those who begin to ask questions. In the dreams of seekers, he whispers:
"You did not fall here to suffer – but to remember."
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