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Now, you will be reading a sneak peek 5 of this New Story. You can consider it to be a prequel or as I mentioned a sneak peek. I'll be uploading it in chunks so you won't require much time to read.
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| Bogdan Alin Ota |
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Listen to Harald's dream in background to enjoy the passage.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Beyond the Silken Veil
SNEAK PEEK 5
The pianist stands up and walks straight to the casement forcing it open wide; the fluorescent light gets scattered by dust particles in the dark outside. The chilly wind whizzes through the window brushing away from the pianist fills the room with cold air and he inbreathes the same salty fragrance of sea-shore. He turns back to his Steinway and settles down on his keyboard bench reassuring his position. The pianist is having caramel-colored hair reaching to his shoulders, styled in long textured waves. His hair swings back and forth then with a sudden gust of wind, falls into his face but he doesn’t care. His body shakes as he taps his toe on the stone floor up to six times and with the sixth hit, digs in his fingers onto black and white stripes of the keys. The music begins to throb the familiar tune that of Harald’s Dream. The armed force descends mountain from between the logging scars forming Hebrew letters that read Noah when viewed the right way up and reads Shaddai ─ “The Almighty” from heaven’s perspective. Unlike before, they do well enough to reach the bank of Connecticut River where it forms the Oxbow. Thunder strikes on the crags covered with undomesticated wilds in the foreground of the painting. There builds a cone-shaped cyclone under the dark long sheet of nimbus, but this time leaves fail to escape and stay intertwined in the course of twister. The force gathers at the Oxbow with their dark grey Scutum shields and constructs a wall holding them against the violent clouds. Soldiers climb on one another to make the wall higher and the music becomes more curious. Two men in the middle sequester and a plate mail covered man comes out, who is taller than all. He pulls out his sword from the scabbard and points it towards the twister as if alerting the nature. Soon the music softens for the time being. It starts raining all over in The Oxbow and silence reigns over the troop soaking up the noise of thunderclaps. Again the music thickens a bit and an image of a couple dancing in a snowy crystal ball covers the sight automatically. The pianist enjoys the music giving his soul all in. Then comes the mysterious part of the music with rapid chords, which feels as if anxiety and happiness are hugging you at the same time, like when you discover that Hogwarts actually exists. Rain, storm, thunder and the legion settles down and fog envelops the painting. The signature chord repeats, the one which caused the tornado but this time fog clears away. The music slows down promptly and turns soothing. There’s nothing like wet ground nor any trace of soldiers being there. However, the damage caused by the storm is perceptible at the natural wilderness. The sunlight poured on the land of Mt. Holyoke, Northampton and the Connecticut River Valley. A leaf floating in the air twirling and swinging falls down onto a painter’s hat, who gets distracted from his easel. The river continues flowing carrying along the hollow armor suits and will discharge them all at Long Island Sound. Two souls rise splitting the waves apart at the Oxbow and relishing the romantic music they trip the light fantastic on the surface of their forever residence. The music ends as the wave hits the shore of the island and water splashes into your face which undoubtedly feels like you have just woken up.
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