Where people rest
Fresh blood asks thousands of questions, but the answer doesn't satisfy them. They nod to every answer they hear, but it holds no value to their life at their point in life. Every once in a while, in the string of long-winded sentences, some words do live a burning mark on the mind of newcomers.
The shock quickly follows with laughter as the novice finds the advice humorous. The gravity of life is at its weakest when people are in their younger times. Even the apprentice understands and stops answering the questions, slowly turning into his master's shadow.
Eternal shrines have been built to store the name o the holy ones who came before us. People have sacrificed their lives for devotion to the unseen one. The walls of the Place have kept them safe and warm in the winter.
Builder's faith still holds on to the walls to cherish the name of the lord for all eternity. When dark clouds storm the land, citizens will seek shelter in the Place as it will be seen as a place of faith in dreaded times.
The mind wonders about the thoughts of the people who spend their time crafting something that they have done before, how they defeated the ideas of scepticism, nihilism, and cynicism from their heads to pour their blood on the Place that stands tall today.
A place of marvellous architecture acts as a confinement of hope for the hopeless. When people gather in the Place, they don't seek the truth from the books or each other. The door to the Place symbolizes escapism from the winds of the street.
When they are inside, they let themselves go, drowning themselves in the feelings of hope in dark times. Everybody has their eyes closed as they enter a dream navigating through the trenches of regrets and misery.
For many, the Place represents a small land of coloured flowers surrounded by large cactus trees. It acts as a shelter in heavy rain that washes away everything outside. The value of the Place can only be felt by the people who lose themselves in it.
Every day, people step in, take their clothes off and simply float in the river. An astounding sight; even in cold weather, you will see people strip down to nothing and slowly walk into the river. They have no idea where the river will take them, but they have faith in a better place.
A mind that suffered for a long time can find comfort in the dark corner of the land. You are not allowed o make eye content, or you will see life as it truly is when you strip it from the fantasy—a dreaded slab of flesh and bones with no emotions.
Some people's bodies act as vessels of love, faith, and hope, but some come to the Place with nothing inside of them. Life was too strong for them, and fate never gave them any helping hand when they still had a sense of innocence. It will be belittling to ask them about their feelings, as life took everything away.
The only thing that remains on their body is the tattered clothes and scar-filled flesh. Each scar reminds them of the person they used to be in the past or the things that have made them into the people they are now. In the cold winter, when little light is projected on the floor, it can be hard to tell the people apart. On the darkest night, they all share the same face.
No judgement gets passed for them, as they don't seek anything else. All they desire is a place of warmth, and the eternal river acts as the only pathway for the field of Reeds.
