Silence. There's no sound or rustle. Vacuum. Absolut. Words... Voices...
He again routinely concentrated and listened. There was a vibration somewhere. Very weak. Can be very far, and can be she simply was not for him. He wandered among the stars forever. But if asked how long? He couldn't have answered. There was no time or distance in his world. Sometimes he wanted to meet the kind as he, to talk to him (or her?) about how their life goes on. Life... Does he have life? They? They are the mind of the universe. They are everywhere and nowhere. Spirit, ether. Someone who doesn't have a body...
His mind tripped over the word. BODY. What's it? The sealing of the spirit? But then it should not have forms, but simply perceived as a cloud. But... Rise of the guardians should not have memory. Nobody told him that. But he knew this absolutely accurately. Absolutely. Absolut...
His thought has mixed up, has dissipated and has flowed already in other direction.
Again there was a feeling of vibration. Someone, at some point in the universe prayed, calling sleep. SLEEP. Sleep - it's his job. So his name. Time to go.
In the next moment he was close to the one who had called him.
The room was lit and smelled of alcohol. Lounging in a chair, and holding in his hand a bottle of beer, sat a young man. His head was thrown back on the back of his chair, and he was asleep. SLEEP! Why did he call then a Dream? Or maybe it was not his call heard in the silence of space? The room was lit by the light that was glowing TV screen... Behind the wall there was music... Sleeping in this situation was clearly difficult, but to protect the sleep of the one who was here did not like.
The Keeper was surprised at his reasoning. Instead, as usual, to condense the air around the person to help him go deeper into sleep, and then also invisibly away, he reasoned! It was inconceivable! Unbelievable! He is the spirit, the ether, being nowhere and everywhere. And all of a sudden... He thought! Thought not as the Supreme intelligence... As a man. MAN! It seems THAT the meeting with the woman was not in vain for him.
That meeting... The memory of it caused a strange vibration...
He listened again, hoping to hear the call. THAT CALL. He remembered how in obedience to the desire of women, condensed the air so that it has acquired the contours of the male body, and how hard it was for him to be yourself again - a disembodied spirit. He are waiting for the call and will afraid of it. How can he afraid? How can you frighten the air, the wind, the sun? But at least you can see them, touch them... and he's just a disembodied mind. He's every where.
He could take from space everything that at least some where or some when existed. Even if the civilization that spawned these items are long gone, as, indeed, the objects themselves. But for him there was no concept of time. Had only to imagine for a moment the development of his being, as it surrounded him. Sometimes it was confusing. After all, he is tied to this time in his own way. And, as it turned out, to almost unfamiliar to him woman. Yesterday unknown and unidentified, and today is a welcome and familiar. He could smell her, hear her heart beating. He tensed, trying to hear her call... But she didn't... If he knew what disappointment was, he would have experienced it. But...
Нe didn't know disappointment... He wanted so much that waking up, a beautiful stranger was not just happy, but full of a new desire to meet.. But to leave footprint in its memory or on its the body he not dared. It's forbidden. By whom? Why? He didn't have an answer to that. Yes, and this question had not occurred. And he KNEW it. It always was. This is the law of nothingness. He dared not to break it, but... knew how to get around the law, leaving that it is impossible to see, to hear, to take up. Leave it a smell: the fragrance of the universe, as he imagined it. The smell that always accompanied him in all his travels. It was so thin that no one could feel it. Except her. It was his gift to her. For those suffering and the happiness, that he was able experience.
Is it not a woman, but a witch? Happiness ... Suffering.... Is no idea of his world! But he tested them! If he were a man, not a spirit! Okay! Don't you dare think about it! Sleep. Sleep. Sleep…
Somewhere there was a new vibration, someone was drinking pills for insomnia, exhausted and tired of waiting for sleep. He routinely hides the suffering in a cloud of peace enveloped him like a pupa of a butterfly, causing the illusion of a soft, cozy cocoon and releasing in the dream. Such calling a lot. Hundreds, thousands ... and each waiting for his cocoon, allowing to go into the darkness, to dream and experience happiness. Though not in reality, but they give strength, help to reinforce the illusion in the body.
Call. CALL! Not whether someone has been deprived of its attention? But he was sensitive to all the vibrations, wasn't he? He listened again. Call was different. It was not fear of the coming of sleep, fatigue from Genesis, had no desire to rest the exhausted body... Rather, it was a Call of a man who doesn't want to sleep. Calling Sleep and not wanting to sleep! Paradox!
If he could be surprised, he would have done it. But it wasn't his nature. NOT yet typical! He is a SPIRIT. ETHER. He knows. He is not familiar with feelings, but only the vibrations of the absolute…
At some point he realized. .. Understood , that Call, so surprised his, this and there is THE CALL, that he so wanted to hear. The call of the woman he believed to be a witch, equal in strength to himself…
But why a witch? She did not conjure, did not deceive, did not promise anything to anyone. She just WANTED. Wanted to be loved, bask in the rays of affection, warmth, pleasure. And was ready for it to be at least in a dream.
Again he listened to the vibrations of the Ether. If he was a running man, his emotions could be compared to falling at full speed: the woman called not a DREAM, but the Keeper of dreams! She called him! So, his ploy with the smell of stars was good She was able to find the thread of Ariadne that did not let her completely forget the dream.
Approaching the woman so close that she felt the breeze, the Keeper froze, admiring her.
- I'll call her Ariadne... is reflected his thought in the Air.
- Yes, it is – answered him the Absolute…