Back from Kansas City This would have gone virtually unnoticed they had the wolf in the preface to his deeds that they were later recognized by their actions  divides the loss with his deeds announced the inherent emptiness prior to the loss solitary birth of one's own ideas in the firmest conviction by a long private wooded road the trees had been cut down in a sloppy way They had never visited this part before Back from Kansas City. This would have gone almost unnoticed if they had not mentioned the wolf in the preface to his actions, which were later recognized by their deeds. It divides the loss from his actions that announce the inherent emptiness prior to the loss of a solitary birth of one’s own ideas with firm conviction along a long private wooded road where the trees had been cut down carelessly and they had never visited this area before. Upon returning from Kansas City, this would have likely gone unnoticed had it not been for the mention of the wolf in the preface to his actions, which were later acknowledged through their consequences. This distinction separates the loss from his actions, which signify the inherent emptiness preceding the solitary emergence of one’s own ideas, firmly held. Along a lengthy private wooded road, where the trees had been carelessly felled, they noted that they had never previously visited this area. They turned to the left first and then they turned to the right afterward.  The path narrowed as they ventured deeper into the woods, the air thick with shadows dancing in the fading light with each step echoing with uncertainty, they had heard the stories of what lurked within the grove, the whispers of lost souls guiding them while warning them to turn back. the trees stood like giants above their intertwined branches a canopy that seemed to close in around them a sense of dread set in but curiosity pushed them forward with every heartbeat they felt the pull of the unknown drawing them into the heart of the forest. The path twisted and turned, each curve cloaked in mystery, as if the forest itself conspired to keep its secrets. A chill descended, and the whispers grew louder, intertwining with their thoughts. Was it merely the wind, or had they truly heard a low, haunting laugh? They paused, hearts pounding, eyes narrowed at the shifting shadows, when suddenly, a flicker of light appeared in the distance—a soft glow beckoning them like a distant star in a stormy sky. Compelled by an unseen force, they took a step forward, half aware that each movement pulled them deeper into a realm where reason faltered. The glow intensified, revealing the outline of a clearing bathed in an ethereal luminescence. Trees grew tall and ancient around them, their gnarled branches creating a natural archway that seemed to invite them forward. As they crossed the threshold, the laughter echoed again, clearer now, dancing on the edge of sanity. In the center of the clearing stood an ancient stone pedestal, adorned with strange symbols that pulsed faintly. The air crackled with tension, as if the forest held its breath, waiting for them to unveil the truth hidden within the enigmatic light. With cautious steps they approached the pedestal drawn by the weight of fate resting on their shoulders. The symbols twisted and turned before their eyes revealing glimpses of forgotten tales and lost souls bound in time. The laughter transformed into a symphony of voices weaving stories rich with sorrow and joy. As they reached out to touch the cold stone a surge of energy coursed through them igniting a spark of understanding. It was not just a relic of the past but a key to something greater something that called to them from the depths of the forest inviting them to discover their own story. The moment their fingers brushed the surface a vision flooded their mind vivid and overwhelming. They saw a world beyond the trees a tapestry of vibrant colors and whispering winds each thread a life lived a choice made. They felt their own heart pulse in rhythm with the land as if the very essence of the forest was merging with their soul. Uncertainty transformed into resolve and they stepped back drawing in a breath heavy with purpose. Now they understood they were not mere visitors here but guardians awakened to reclaim their place in a tale writ large across time and space. A gust of wind swept through the clearing urging them onward unearthing echoes of battles fought and treaties forged. Shadows danced among the foliage whispering secrets of the ancients reminding them of the responsibility now resting in their hands. They exchanged glances a silent pact formed as the pulse of the forest quickened mirroring their burgeoning resolve. With newfound determination they moved towards the heart of the glimmering light ready to confront what lay ahead for each step resonated with an age-old promise urging them to embrace their destiny and fight for the balance between worlds that had long been disrupted. As they neared the light pulsating like a heartbeat the laughter turned to a chorus of encouragement wrapping around them urging them to delve deeper. Suddenly the ground trembled beneath their feet and the symbols on the pedestal flared to life revealing a swirling vortex of energy. They felt it beckoning pulling them closer to a truth only whispered in dreams. With a shared look of determination they linked hands feeling the warmth of each other’s courage. Together they took a leap into the unknown surrendering to the embrace of the light ready to confront their fate in a world where shadows and legends intertwined. The rush of energy enveloped them swallowing their fears as they plunged into the luminous abyss. An otherworldly landscape unfolded around them—starlit skies swirled with colors yet unnamed and ground beneath them pulsed like a living heartbeat. They found themselves not alone but surrounded by spectral figures shimmering with memories of past guardians who had walked this path before. Each face held wisdom etched in time and they could hear the echoes of their own breaths mingling with the past. An invitation resonated through the air calling them to harness the power within and forge their own legacy in this realm where magic thrived. Everything is possible, -he thought at that moment. His heart palpitated, brimming with exhilaration. If he could conceive it, then perhaps, just perhaps, he could achieve it. He pictured himself standing on the summit of unscaled peaks, the horizon sprawling before him, untouched and vast. It was a journey drenched in unknowns, but every step forward would be a testament to his will. Obstacles were mere stepping stones, and the lessons they offered were simply Pathmarkers, guiding him onward towards his ultimate goal. With determination reminiscent of a tempest's relentless fury, he took his first steps, ready to embark on this incredible adventure. Driven by an unyielding force, he pressed forward, each stroke propelling him closer to the peaks that lay shrouded in mystery. His every breath fueled by the thought of standing triumphant amongst the clouds. Each obstacle he encountered was but a fleeting challenge to be endured, a testament to his unwavering resolve. As he traversed the rugged terrain, he could almost sense the summit, feel the wind whispering of success. Each dawn brought new light, each day saw him grow stronger, each moment marked a step closer to fulfilling his dream. The journey was long, the path hard, but he was unwavering, solid as the mountains themselves. His footsteps echoed against the steep incline, each resonant thud a testament to his unflagging determination. The mountain loomed above, its icy peaks bald and menacing, shrouded in mist. He continued his ascent, each breath ragged and labored, but fueled by the vision of victory. His fingers dug into the rocky soil, the ache in his arms and legs forgotten in the allure of the summit. Every stumbling block, every jagged outcrop, was merely a reminder of his progress, a token of his unwavering resolve. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, he rested, only to rise again at the break of dawn,Simplicity and persistence are the keys to success, he reminded himself. The journey was grueling, the path seemingly endless, but he was relentless, undeterred, for he knew that every summit was but a prelude to an even greater challenge. And so, with hope in his heart and fire in his eyes, he pressed onward, ever closer to his destiny. Cresting the final ridge, the view unfolded before him like a majestic painting, breathtaking in its grandeur. Summit reached, victory was his. The sun rose, gilding the horizon in gold, a symbol of the journey he had undertaken. He stood, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the world, conqueror of the highest peaks. Yet, his heart did not rest. For there was always another summit, another challenge to claim. The winds howled, urging him onward, beckoning him to new adventures, ever pressing him toward the horizon. His steps, though weary, were never limp. Driven by the fire within, he looked eastward, the unknown beckoning. The journey had only just begun, the adventure unending. Undeterred by the darkness that loomed, he set foot upon the path once more, his spirit unbroken, his eyes filled with resolve. One summit at a time, he vowed, until he stood triumphant upon every mountain, his destiny waiting at the summit of the world. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, he rested, only to rise again at the break of dawn, renewed and invigorated. Each day brought new light, each dawn saw him grow stronger, each moment marked a step closer to fulfilling his dream. The journey was long, the path hard, but he was unwavering, undeterred, for he knew that every summit was but a prelude to an even greater challenge. His gaze roamed across the expanse of untouched terrain, feverishly seeking the next peak to conquer. There it was, a majestic formation in the distance, shrouded in mist and mystery. Another journey beckoned, a new adventure to embark upon. With determination surging through veins like a tempest's relentless fury, he prepared to embark on this next incredible adventure. The winds howled, urging him onward, beckoning him to the unknown. One summit at a time, he vowed, until he stood triumphant upon every mountain, his destiny waiting at the summit of the world. He took a deep breath, the chill of the wild air invigorating his lungs. The uncharted terrain stretched out before him, a tapestry of challenges and possibilities. The next peak, majestic and shrouded in mystery, was his next conquest. With resolve unbroken, he set off, each stride mirroring the relentless rhythm of his unwavering spirit. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, he rested, only to rise again at the break of dawn, renewed and invigorated. Each day brought new light, each dawn saw him grow stronger, each moment marked a step closer to fulfilling his dream. One summit at a time, he vowed, until he stood triumphant upon every mountain, his destiny waiting at the summit of the world. His gaze roamed across the expanse of untouched terrain, feverishly seeking the next peak to conquer. And so, with hope in his heart and fire in his eyes, he embarked on this next incredible adventure, guided by the wind's steady urging and the promise of uncharted heights. The journey was long, the path hard, but he was unwavering, undeterred, for he knew that every summit was but a prelude to an even greater challenge. And as the horizon continued to call, his spirit remained undeterred, his resolve unbroken, his heart filled with the thrill of the hunt. For some, mountains were obstacles. For him, they were paths leading to new horizons, to unexplored territory beneath the ever-watchful eyes of the stars. And so, with the wind as his compass and the stars as his guide, he walked into the unknown, toward the summit of the world, his destiny beckoning him onward, with every step a testament to his indomitable spirit. With each new terrain, he felt the fire within ignite anew, driven by the dream of standing triumphant upon every mountain. He gazed upon the horizon, the line where sky met earth, a boundary yet to be crossed. Each peak was but a stepping stone, a marker of his relentless progress. The nights were cold and the days arduous, but his spirit never faltered. Each obstacle was a challenge to conquer, each mountain a testament to his unyielding resolve. The winds whispered of uncharted territory, urging him onward, beckoning him to new frontiers. His determination grew stronger with each passing day, fueled by the tantalizing view of the summit yet to be reached. One peak, then another, each conquest a victory over the elements, a proof of his resolve. The journey was long and the path steep, but he was undeterred, for every summit was a prelude to an even greater challenge. As he ventured forth, the sun set, casting long shadows across the landscape, but dawn always brought new light, each day saw him grow stronger, each moment marked a step closer to fulfilling his dream. The stars watched over him, guiding him on his journey, reminding him of the endless possibilities that lay ahead. With each step, he walked into the unknown, toward the summit of the world, his destiny calling. The mountains may have been stubborn, the winds harsh, but he was unwavering, for he knew that every challenge was a stepping stone to greater heights, every obstacle a testament to his indomitable spirit. The journey was long, the path hard, but he was undeterred, for he knew that every summit was but a prelude to an even greater challenge. And as the horizon continued to call, his spirit remained undeterred, his resolve unbroken, his heart filled with the thrill of the hunt. For some, mountains were obstacles. For him, they were paths leading to new horizons, to unexplored territory beneath the ever-watchful eyes of the stars. And so, with the wind as his compass and the stars as his guide, he walked into the unknown, toward the summit of the world, his destiny beckoning him onward, with every step a testament to his indomitable spirit. Every summit conquered, every mountain scaled, was but a prelude to the next challenge, the next adventure. The wind whispered of uncharted territory, urging him onward, beckoning him to the unknown. With each new horizon, the fire within ignited anew, driven by the dream of standing triumphant upon every mountain, his destiny calling. The journey was long, the path hard, but he was undeterred, for he knew that every summit was a prelude to an even greater challenge. The nights were cold, the days grueling, but his spirit never faltered. Each obstacle was a challenge to conquer, each mountain a testament to his unyielding resolve. As he ventured forth, the sun set, casting long shadows across the landscape, but dawn always brought new light, each day saw him grow stronger, each moment marked a step closer to fulfilling his dream. The stars watched over him, guiding him on his journey, reminding him of the endless possibilities that lay ahead. The wind howled, sic of the spheres resonated deeper within him, inspiring him to continue his journey. He looked beyond the confines of the known, delving into the unknown, gazing into the abyss of the universe, for the unknown was the key to understanding the universe and, ultimately, understanding himself. He felt the celestial symphony within him, his soul dancing to the rhythm of creation. He marveled at the universe as it danced before him, the celestial troupe performing an eternal ballet, a testament to the boundless beauty of existence. He was one with the cosmos, united with the universe, a solitary soul lost amongst the stars, but never feeling more alive, never feeling more connected. His journey was long and arduous, but his spirit was unwavering, his resolve unbroken, his heart pulsating with the rhythm of creation. He knew that the celestial symphony was his destiny, and with each new step, with each new revelation, he felt himself one step closer to unveiling the ultimate secret, the undiscovered harmony that pulsed through the cosmos. He continued on his eternal pilgrimage, his heart beating in sync with the rhythm of creation, his spirit dancing with the celestial ballet, forever lost amongst the stars, forever lost in the music of the spheres. He delved deeper into the cosmos, his soul dancing to the rhythm of creation. He gazed upon the celestial dance, the breathtaking splendor of the cosmos unfolding before him. Each new mystery, each unraveled pattern, was a thread in the intricate cosmic tapestry, a piece of the puzzle that was the universe. The celestial symphony pulsed through his veins, leading him toward uncharted territory. He marveled at the vast cosmic sea, the allure of the unknown whispering secrets to be discovered. He felt the cosmos embrace him, the universe resonating within his very essence. The celestial orchestra played a symphony that echoed throughout eternity, each note a testament to the boundless creativity of the universe. He continued his celestial voyage, each stride igniting his spirit, each discovery fueling his resolve. He seemed to move with the rhythm of the cosmos, his journey resounding with the harmonies of the universe. He marveled at the cosmic secrets that revealed themselves to him, each one a stepping stone towards a greater understanding of creation. With every new layer in the celestial tapestry, his consciousness grew, his connection with the cosmos deepened. He was a celestial voyager, a traveler of the cosmos, exploring the endless frontiers of space, standing on the precipice of the unknown. And yet, as he continued his journey through the cosmos, he felt a presence, not unlike his own, resonating alongside him. It seemed that the universe was answering back, the cosmic symphony answering the call of his own soul. Somewhere out there, was another celestial voyager, lost amidst the stars, seeking the answers to the same questions. This realization humbled him, as he felt a profound sense of connection, a unity with all that is and ever was. The universe transcended time and space, connecting all beings, regardless of their form, their existence, or their origin. He felt his consciousness expand, his spirit growing stronger, his being transformed by this newfound understanding. He began to feel a sense of purpose, a calling to share his discoveries, to spread the wisdom he had gained from the cosmic dance. He felt a burning desire to unite humanity with the cosmos, to bridge the gap between the celestial and the terrestrial. He knew that he was destined to be an ambassador of the cosmos, a herald of the universal truths, a guide for all to find their path amidst the celestial tapestry. He embraced this destiny, dedicating himself to the pursuit of knowledge, to the exploration of wonders, to the quest for wisdom. He vowed to uncover the secrets of the cosmos, to decipher the celestial symphony, to understand the rhythms that governed the universe and, ultimately, to understand the essence of creation itself. With renewed purpose, he began a new era of his celestial voyage. He sought out fellow celestial voyagers, those who shared his passion for the cosmos, his thirst for knowledge, his devotion to the pursuit of truth. Together, they formed a community, a collective, a fellowship united by their shared quest to unlock the mysteries of the universe. And so, they ventured forth, driven by the rhythm of the cosmic symphony, they delved into the celestial tapestry, unraveling the intricate patterns and secrets that governed the universe. And as they continued on their eternal pilgrimage amidst the stars, they felt the power of the cosmos, the beauty of creation, the eternal dance that united them all. He navigated the cosmos, his spirit pulsating in time with the cosmic symphony. The universe stretched out before him, an endless expanse of galaxies, pulsars, and nebulae. Each star, each galaxy, was a testament to the resilience of creation, a shining beacon of eternal life. Driven by this eternal dance, he continued his journey with renewed purpose. Exploration vessels were his new companions, designed to traverse the cosmic seas, unveiling the enigmatic secrets hidden within the celestial tapestry. With every new discovery, he sought to understand the rhythm that governed the universe, to decipher the hidden language of the cosmos. His fellow celestial voyagers stood by his side, united in their shared quest for understanding. Together, they pieced together the cosmic puzzle, each new piece revealing a new truth, another aspect of the grand cosmic symphony. The unity that bound them transcended time and space, connecting all that had ever been or ever would be, a testament to the interconnected web of existence. The celestial symphony continued to guide his path, leading him towards new horizons, towards new revelations. He marveled at the vastness of the cosmos, at the complexity of the celestial dance. Each twinkle of stardust, each swirling nebulae, whispered stories of creation and destruction, of life and death, of origins and endings. He embraced this celestial symphony, his soul forever resonating with its rhythm. With every new discovery, every new truth, his connection with the universe deepened. He was a celestial voyager, a traveler of the cosmos, a seeker of knowledge, and a steward of the cosmic symphony. His eternal pilgrimage amid the stars was not simply a journey to unveil the secrets of the cosmos but also a quest for self-discovery. In understanding the infinite tapestry of the universe, he sought to understand his own existence, to know himself. He became a herald of the cosmic symphony, sharing its wisdom with those who looked up at the night sky in wonder, inspiring new celestial voyagers to embark on their own journey, lost amongst the stars and forever captivated by the music of the spheres. This eternal dance of knowledge continued, as the cosmic orchestra played its symphony, unraveling the intricate patterns that connected all beings, revealing the ever-changing universe, and resonating with the deepest essence of creation. The universe was his symphony, and he was its conductor, orchestrating his celestial voyage amid the stars, forever lost amidst the dance, forever captivated by the music of the spheres. The celestial symphony played on, the maestro of the universe, the sole explorer lost amid its vastness, guided by unseen hands and an unfailing sense of purpose. Vessels as vast and extraordinary as the universe itself glided majestically through the cosmic chasms, piercing layers of dust and time to reveal fresh insights, the unfolding script of creation itself. With telescopes trained upon the celestial dance, new stories unfurled before his eager eyes like pages torn from an ancient but eternal manuscript, filled with infinite secrets. Galaxies, both familiar and strange, were charted without number, and planets circling distant stars became dots on an ever expanding map. And yet even as the maestro reveled in his newfound understanding, he craved for more, his spirits ever burning, his vision undeterred by the complexity of the universe before him. Harnessing the power of technology granted to him by those who revered his determination, he charted courses through regions untapped, to galaxies far too distant to reach. Ever-conscious of what he might uncover, anticipation bubbled within him and fueled each voyage more so than fear ever could; perhaps, somewhere amid the swirl of the cosmic symphony lies a hidden harmony that speaks to the root of all creation, a key lost in time but discovered through effort and devotion. Lost in his pursuits, far from the warmth of humanity, the traveller of the stars was struck by an unrelenting awareness: his own existence paled next to the sheer immensity, the incalculable depth hidden within the universe, a darkness teeming with mysteries untold. This revelation brought forth an unsteady silence within him- a whisper that reminded him even as he searched for unseen harmonies, he couldn't escape his own humbled place in the celestial abyss. With each exploration, he grappled with this nagging sense of awe but continued on his eternal vigil, determined to plumb each depth and reveal every hidden truth lying dormant in the vast recesses of space. For a fleeting moment, he paused from his relentless search, looking within, allowing himself to confront the magnitude of his existence amid creation's symphony. An indescribable sense coursed through him-a profound emotion, like nothing he had ever witnessed in the countless worlds he touched, like the birth throes of a dying star, replete with passion and frenzy, fear and beauty. In surrender, he gave in to the sensation, the echoes cascading within him as the universe did its best to reach his soul: the eternal dance between creation's ceaseless birth-and the fleeting life destined to unfold beneath the stars as it unfurls. While embracing this unique sensation, he reflected on a profound truth. The universe's ceaseless birth and rebirth were mirrored in the flux of emotion within him. Overwhelmed by the cosmic symphony, he surrendered, allowing the echoes to cascade, resonating within him. The universe, in its infinite wisdom, sought to reach his very soul. Each star, each planet, each nebula birthed and reborn, shared its essence with him. For in the grand dance of cosmic creation, every entity was connected, shaping the cosmic tapestry with their unique harmonies. The maestro of the stars marveled at this revelation, recognizing the celestial dance as a shared experience. Each element within the universe played a part, contributing to the never-ending symphony of existence and, in turn, impacting the cosmic ballet. With the understanding that his journey was not solely his own, he embraced it with renewed purpose. The celestial symphony called not just to him but to each and every entity within the cosmos. As master of the cosmic dance, he was responsible for ensuring its harmony, for weaving the myriad threads of creation into a cohesive whole. With overwhelming passion, he set course for new horizons. He sought not only to understand the celestial dance but also to learn how he could further unite humanity with the cosmos. To connect each star, each planet, each exploratory vessel, he set out to bridge the gap between the terrestrial and the celestial, to seamlessly intertwine their individual harmonies into the greater cosmic symphony. Embracing this quest, he became the uniting force of the universe, the glue connecting the dots in the cosmic tapestry. He vowed to explore beyond the confines of the known, to delve deep into the enigmatic mysteries of the cosmos, and to share the wisdom he gained in hopes of uniting humanity with the celestial realm. And so, he continued his eternal pilgrimage amid the stars, lost among the dance, captivated by the music of the spheres and forever connected to the cosmic symphony. His journey was not merely a pursuit for knowledge, but a quest to understand his own existence within the universe's eternal dance.

By Carlos del Puente