THE MAN FROM THE SKY – WITROMAS’S JOURNEY OF PEACE
THE MAN FROM THE SKY by Witromas
In the stillness of a moonlit night, the sky tore open like an ancient scroll, revealing a blinding cascade of light that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. From this luminous rift descended a man unlike any the world had ever known. Clad in flowing garments that shimmered like liquid starlight, he hovered above the earth for a brief moment before gently touching down on the soft soil of a quiet meadow. His name was WITROMAS, and though his appearance was serene, his heart carried a heavy burden.
The air around him was thick, as if the atmosphere itself recoiled from his celestial essence. WITROMAS gasped for breath, clutching at his throat as a sharp, invisible force seemed to strangle him. The world, raw and unkind, did not welcome outsiders lightly. His vision blurred, the stars above dimming as he fell to his knees. He realized then that this world, tainted by conflict and despair, resisted the purity he embodied. It was not the earth that choked him, but the weight of its collective sorrow—centuries of war, hatred, and anguish pressing down on his being.
Just as the darkness began to overtake him, a soft voice pierced through the haze. “Are you alright?” it asked, trembling yet tender. A woman knelt before him, her dark eyes reflecting the moonlight. Her face was streaked with dirt, and her hands bore the callouses of someone who had worked hard and suffered long, yet her gaze held a warmth that felt like a lifeline.
Her name was Elara, a widow who had fled the remnants of a war-torn village nearby. She had been gathering wild herbs in the meadow, hoping to prepare a meager supper for herself and a few orphaned children she had taken under her wing. When she saw WITROMAS collapse, she set aside her fear and hurried to his side.
“You’re not from here,” she said, her voice steady despite her unease. “Your clothes, your eyes… they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
WITROMAS tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. In that brief touch, Elara felt something indescribable—a warmth that spread through her chest, as if the very essence of hope had been rekindled within her. She gasped, pulling her hand back instinctively.
“Please,” WITROMAS finally managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. “This world… it’s so heavy. How do you endure it?”
Elara tilted her head, studying him. “We endure because we must. Because even in the darkest times, there is something worth holding on to. For me, it’s the children. For others, it’s a dream of better days. What about you? Why are you here?”
WITROMAS closed his eyes, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. The choking sensation began to fade, replaced by a steady resolve. “I came to bring peace,” he said. “To heal what has been broken. But this world… it fights against me.”
Elara’s expression softened. “It’s not the world fighting you. It’s the pain within it. But if you truly wish to help, you must face that pain and show others that healing is possible.”
Her words struck a chord deep within WITROMAS. He rose to his feet, the shimmer of his garments dimming slightly as he adjusted to the earth’s gravity. He extended a hand to Elara. “Will you help me?” he asked. “I can’t do this alone.”
Elara hesitated for a moment. She had already lost so much—her home, her family, her sense of safety. But something about WITROMAS stirred a long-buried sense of hope within her. She placed her hand in his and nodded.
Together, they began their journey. WITROMAS learned to navigate the complexities of human emotion, and Elara became his guide, teaching him about the resilience and beauty that could be found even amidst sorrow. Word of the strange man with eyes like galaxies and his compassionate companion spread quickly. Villages scarred by war and despair began to find solace in their presence. WITROMAS’s touch could mend wounds, and his words carried a weight that seemed to awaken something dormant in the hearts of those who listened.
But their journey was not without peril. There were those who saw WITROMAS as a threat, a being too powerful to be left unchecked. Soldiers, wary of his growing influence, sought to capture him. Skeptics tried to discredit him, while others feared that his presence would upset the fragile balance of power in the world. Yet through it all, WITROMAS remained steadfast, his resolve bolstered by Elara’s unwavering support.
In time, WITROMAS began to understand the true nature of his mission. He was not here to impose peace, but to inspire it. To plant the seeds of love and compassion so that humanity could learn to heal itself. And as he and Elara stood on a hill overlooking a once-barren land now blooming with life, he knew that their journey was only the beginning.
“Thank you,” he said to Elara, his voice filled with gratitude.
She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You’re the one who’s teaching us, WITROMAS. You’ve reminded us of something we’d almost forgotten—that even in the darkest times, love is the strongest force of all.”
And so, the man who came from the sky continued his journey, spreading peace and love in a world that had almost lost its way. With every step, he carried the hope of a brighter future, knowing that even the heaviest burdens could be lifted when shared with others.
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