Chapter 296: The Trapped Fellowship

It was the worst mistake someone could ever make. It was taunting and persisting. At hindsight, he simply cannot forgive himself.

As far as he know, he acted upon the crucial matter purely on the best interest of the Boondocks Scientific Trust. But the Scientific Council have blindsided him right up to that unfortunate moment. It was too shameful now, once he recall his own foolishness.

Their individual fates have turned, flipped, suddenly; shockingly for the worse of times. The clocks were rewinding in all directions. Disorder is looming.

There were costs to be paid, he realize that, and he does not have the currency to afford it. It was a complete abomination of the universe, and he was too poor to gladly participate. The word falsehood will be an understatement.

Their native weaponry, called guitar strings, strengthened, though, as a result of this predicament. But the said weapon was momentarily useless, totally of no use for now. The Fellowship was trapped between the established Firewalls, possibly in a well-fortified veil where the attempt of any clever escape is simply impossible. 

There were time wasps everywhere, and all sorts of viruses that threatens the value of the space, from which the diverse waves permeate, creating a signal. Not enough viable planning was present at that time, and there is not too many options available.

The choice is between life and death, and the survival instinct followed the natural reflex of the human physiology. The obvious choice was taken, and how terrible that has been. It spells death on all fronts.

Contrary to those who believe otherwise, the concept of flesh is not exclusive to human physiology; the form of the flesh can also be found between the pages of the book, naturally incarnated, and given its life, by the power of imagination.

The imagination forms part of a magical encounter that gives life to those matters written on the many leaves of the book. The book and all its pages are considered altogether to be a symbiotic form of a sturdy tree, a book of life destined to exist for a very, very long period of time. And by the process allowed by the passage of time, the stories become a moral lesson when the calling infiltrates the soul through the heart. Eternity begins to beckon at a distance, and all souls can hear its beautiful music. It was perfect.

To arrive to an eternity, one must swear. Hope provides the certainty of what we believe in faith.

But to be trapped in an unfriendly state gives rise to a scientific problem, even for them inclined with the hobby of the arts, in as much as the subject of Miracle Science can ultimately reach and fairly elucidate, but to no avail. The strings become remote at this point, with no available channel to be used, and too unfortunate when the sound waves could not travel.

The power of the guitar strings is rendered useless; the utility was destroyed.

The Fellowship was trapped, indeed, and no help is possible. For now. They will remain stagnant, until a sign resurfaces. But this is what the Agreement is ultimately about.

By the conclusive end of the last days, the tribulation will ultimately settle as an organized order within the undying complexity of the disorder; no words would suffice in order to shed light to the circumstances, and the only explanation offered seems reproachable in all aspects.

It does not make sense. It was a deadly attempt.

Abominable beyond abmonition.

It can never be understood by the simplicity of familiarity, and a trapped feeling being held hostage by the limits of the mind must be released, completely liberated. Hidden talents are meant to be discovered, and the goodness encouraged among the ambitious resolve of the youth.

The Boondocks is near. It is within the hearts of the many. A song, a music. A hidden prayer.

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