Spiritual Journey

The pain of the dagger piercing his left wrist was precise and cold. The young man leaned under the ancient locust tree and watched the blood droplets slide down his pale wrist, blooming dark flowers in the late autumn dust. His eyes were as calm as a deep well, not reflecting the slightest hint of panic that a child should have. This is the third attempt... Although it avoids vital parts, the bones are clearly visible, enough to make any adult scream in agony. But he just frowned slightly, and all his mind sank into his body, chasing the moment when the five-color brilliance exploded in front of the spirit-detecting stone tablet, and the scream that sounded like a tsunami in his mind - a scream filled with ecstatic joy. That's not his emotion! "Aren't you coming out yet?" He whispered to the empty surroundings, his voice crushed by the autumn wind... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.