The Legend of the Cyclesmith and Lady Light

During eight days the Cyclesmith suffered from his wounds, getting closer to death every minute. At night, the dark was surrounding every piece of life he had, giving him the impression that Time was slowing down and playing with him just to make his suffering last longer. On the last night, the girl came back in the Public Square. Dark and very quiet, the place was empty again except for a tricycle left by one of the kids.

This time she brought a pear and helped the dying man eat. As she was about to leave, the Cyclesmith asked her to help him go to the Park. She went with the dying man to the place where the accident happened. At the very spot where Lady Light had died a black tree was standing, tortured, dull and staring at the Park with its ashy roots mysteriously covering the ground.

The Cyclesmith reached the tree, took it in his arms and silently cried. Suddenly the tree opened its bark, letting a great lightning of white light dazzle the night for a second, forcing the girl to protect her face. When the young woman opened her eyes again the Cyclesmith had disappeared.”

Good morning noon and night, welcome inside the realms,
Where the days have no light, and the nights have no dreams.

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