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REBIRTH
As he regained consciousness, a pallid glow began to appear at the end of the darkness.
Jean thought that his life had passed, that he was in front of the last door. Finally the solution was going to appear to him ...
The progression towards the light was done slowly. He could not do anything to change the pace. Helpless in the face of the force that controlled his movements, he was content to let himself be led. Just enough time to understand what could be at the end of the tunnel, there, at the source of light ...
He could see strange shapes and sounds, but everything was going too fast to understand.
Nothing to do but to let go. To sleep. Seek a renewal of strength in a well deserved sleep.
The waves calmed down more and more. A sea of oil, carrying in her an unfortunate shipwrecked ready to sink into the black wave of oblivion. No epitaph. No one to remember his name. Anonymous, lost in a universe without name ...
The frothy monster had become a soft, moist, warm cocoon, which enveloped it like that of a chrysalis. He would become a splendid butterfly ready to burn his wings in the sun of knowledge ...
A violent noise woke him up suddenly, as he was just beginning to sink into restful sleep.
This world, which seemed to have calmed itself for eternity, was recovering from the agitation of its beginnings. Jean felt tossed around. He could not hang on to anything. Certainly, it floated, but it floated upside down, and beware of seasickness ...
The force that surrounded it became stronger and stronger. The roar of the waves was worse than the first time. Violent beats, like invisible drums, came to his ears. Violent pressure of the din amplified by the aqueous solution ... Announcement of the gates of hell ...
Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped. The calm returned as suddenly as the storm had appeared.
To sleep. To rest the time of this respite. How long before a storm of this kind rises again?
He could never sleep long enough for his whole being to rest and his strength renewed. The beatings from elsewhere terrified him more and more. Not to mention the terrible headaches that were getting worse. As the light approached, his head was caught in a vice that was tightening more and more. He could no longer manage his thoughts. It seemed to him that they were also fleeing this terrible event that awaited her in the light.
The sounds had become unbearable. Tam, tam, tatam, the beats were faster stronger than anything ... The light almost completely gilded pink, like the one he had been given to see one day. Feeling of relative security. But what, lights of this kind could be anything else in this world. The pressure increased again. His whole body was as tight, pressed to make it miniature. How could it be possible to return this being of flesh in such a small thing? Terrible torture of a taste of hell? Pain of the tortured, who knows only to vomit his pain by all the cavities of his body. The light, however, the light and its key, the solution ... Behind this door he would know. Behind this last test he would know the truth! What does suffering matter? This is the price to pay to see what few have seen ...
Yet the pain he felt had become intolerable. He closed his eyes that could no longer contain the brightness of the light. One last time the cacophony of tam-tams, and then, nothing ... A moment of eternity. A moment of perfect serenity. Nothing ... Nothing ... Even the pain, even the memories, even all that he had been. Nothing ... nothing but that something he had become.
And then he opened his eyes without knowing who had ordered it.
Blinding light, strange sounds coming from all sides. He did not know what was around him. He was tossed up and down.
And then, that violent blow on his back, that deep pain coming from the center of his chest like a frightful burn. And then, that strident cry that he uttered without knowing what he was doing ... Victim of hell and his devils who were already torturing him. What had he done to deserve such treatment? Was this the truth announced? And this purple, tiny body, covered with the liquid in which he had bathed, could not be his, that of a man of middle age ... Say a word and say who he is! His mouth makes incomprehensible sounds. He can not articulate. The eyes get used to the light. He distinguishes immense beings. Giants; he finds himself in a world of giants who speak to each other a language unknown to Jean.
One of them took him in his arms and put him on her breast. Tam, tam, tatam, the drums sounded loudly. The heat of the giant soothed him. He closed his eyes and with them closed his memory, as prescribed ...