[ The lady had no option, but to accept the kind king's offer. She became the first "keeper". The person would always be a shadow: unnoticed, but always present. The first dress entered the ward. The queen didn't notice it because the lady replaced it with an imitation. However, inside the new dress she sewed a number, one. Whoever presented that number to the keeper, he or she would have to give the original dress back.
Why did people say it was so dangerous? It all began with the death of Murdoch. The first non-keeper who dared to go inside the ward.
He went as an explorer, and died three days after escaping from there. He was afraid to death, so petrified that the only thing he said was," Beware! Things that shouldn't be alive, are."
Years passed by, and none dared to disturb that place. The keepers kept finding new dresses until they met her, Ity's mother.
“Some people keep things even after death. Why did my mother do that? Why did she send me here?” Ity thought as she stood there for several minutes admiring the way the air moved the clothes.
Suddenly she felt pulled by something. A piece of cloth rolled through her waist and drew her into the center of the ward.
“What is going on?” She shouted as something strained her until she understood something was putting her a dress on.
In no time, she felt how someone else’s image entered inside herself. She stopped being Ity, and transformed into…]
I became her.
I never understood
who I was,
until I left myself.
{… Your identity provokes fear and solitude when not loving. Why do I want to suffer? If the suffering touches me, if I am not there, who would get hurt? }
It was in a dream,
that I found how
my body was woven
in silver and gray,
colors had left me
when I forgot love
was my motive
and eternal voice.
{… Whenever we let go of our learned identities, and start to see through the eyes of others who suffer... It is then, when we are free of our suffering. Giving is understanding others need colors more than us. Receiving is understanding others want to paint the world with love. }
Colors are in me I saw
when the past I left,
when the present I embraced,
when the future I was
by becoming her through
my eyes of heart fire.
