Meetings

Midnight turned dark as an ordinary walk turned into something completely different. I walked between the gray houses where city life seemed to stand still. Distant rustles and half-hidden glances of gloomy passers-by created a special atmosphere of expectation of something more significant than just the closing of the night. I felt that something unusual was about to happen. Suddenly, as if from the mouth of Hell, a silhouette appeared in front of me. Tormented by an alarming premonition in my heart, I stopped, hunched over, preparing for the inevitable meeting. In the flickering light of the lanterns, the outlines of a strange creature became visible. It was higher than me, enveloping everything around with conquered shadows. The stranger’s outline caught my attention — his deep facial features were covered with massive scars, as if they had survived many battles. His eyes, full of vile malice and suffering, sparkled like coals in a thick fog. An incomprehensible energy emanated from this dark creature, sending small waves of anxiety through my body. But what was most frightening was his smile, gently framed by a black aura. He didn’t hesitate to approach the silhouette, like an exposed nerve with its dangerous itch, and I started asking him questions. “Who are you?” — I whispered, and my trembling hand stretched out in his direction, relying on the cold touch of fate. But he just shrugged and answered: “Many call me a demon. I am what all living beings fear and at the same time crave. I am an ancient evil.” My heart sank, and a whirlwind of questions and hope formed in my head. It seemed to me that my experienced pen had become animated, ready to fight with the devilish emotions that had passed through the centuries. “Tell me your story,” I whispered, at the same time expecting some menacing revelations and curses. Immersed in unbearable silence, I listened as the demon described his wanderings for eternity. He talked about his mired soul and the lost possibilities of true existence. The pure, consistent message hung on every word, creating a dark picture of his inner world. And then I realized that this creature had something that I had always been looking for. There was a secret symbiosis between our souls, a necessary plant for complete happiness, permeating the entire universe. In every work of mine, in every line, no matter how crushing, dark or light it was, there was a spark of that same demon, and it was wonderful. The meeting with the demon was not just a terrible event for me, but also a mysterious discovery of my destiny. She gave my art new scope and gave me confidence in my writing talent. Now I was a reincarnated writer, ready to touch the darkest corners of the imagination, merging light and dark into one whole. The demon became my stimulus, a living source of inspiration for creating a limitless dream text.