I’m standing on the eastern shore of the dead sea,
watching the ocean, collecting my thoughts.
I came across this guy called Jonas and listened to his stories.
His tales were as beautiful as the sea.
He clearly triggered something in me though.
I once met a girl named Anetha,
and I was warned about dark places in a distant land.
The stories she had told on Mount Sodom were frightening,
yet compelling. They made me curious.
But then … black. I don’t remember how I made it this far.
Mount Sodom was too far away. Something brought me here.
Our brief encounter lasted not long enough and I can’t rely on perception.
Did I dream about Mount Sodom?
Had I ever reached the summit?
It felt so real. It left a feeling in my guts.
There’s this guy in the distance.
It seems like he’s watching the sea.
His silhouette reminds me of someone.
Someone I’ve heard stories of that I almost forgot.
As salt pebbles spread across my toes
while I’m walking over the sand, a thought struck me.
I remembered. It’s the man from the stories.
The man in my head.
Now I know why I came here.
My head seemed cloudy, but my memories came back.
Like sun rays bursting through fog in a cold faraway place,
my memories ignited a fire of thoughts.
It struck me like lightning.
As I reached the man, I discovered the book he held in his hands.
The title was „Tales from a distant land.“