«I work in the Mental Sphere. Inventing antidote formulas in the laboratory of one of the first alchemists.»
«It turns out that souls don’t rest, they work.»
«They serve. Just like on Earth. The only difference is that here they serve consciously. Some souls even consider life on Earth a vacation. Someone, indeed, goes down to have a rest, someone has a business trip.»
«Do souls choose themselves where and with whom to have a rest?»
«Almost always themselves, yes. Business trips, of course, can’t be chosen, but, in any case, options are agreed with you.»
«So am I on vacation or on a business trip on Earth now?»
«Somehow, yes.»
«Then… the Warriors of Light are not a fairy tale?»
«Of course not! And what do you do on Earth?»
«I write fairy tales. For adults.»
«Wow! Sometimes I visit the Library of the Universe for work. I’ll have to find you there and read something!»
«Am I there, too?» I was surprised.
«Of course, you are! Everything and everyone that worth being is there.»
«Even unwritten yet?»
«Yes. Otherwise, it won’t be written.»
«Why?»
«First everything appears here, and then on Earth.»
«Will you tell me your story while we go to Customs?»
«Something earthly? Or local?»
«I don’t know, but, apparently, the one that is already in the Library of the Universe,» I supposed, smiling, and my companion smiled back.
«Okay! I’ll tell you about my Dark Tower. Although, there are a lot of stories here.»
…My Angel was sitting on a bench near the Customs, waiting for me. I thanked my red-haired guide, and she instantly disappeared. I went up to the Angel.
«Sorry, I accidentally stumbled and fell into the fog,» I apologized.
«Nothing happens by accident. Neither here, nor on Earth. You needed that for some reason, and it’s good for you. Here is your passport with the return visa, hold it. All necessary corrections and comments were made in the Tablets. Let’s go!»
The Angel got up from the bench and held out his hand to me.
«Listen,» I said, embarrassed, «I’ve been told there is the Library of the Universe somewhere around here.»
«Not here, in the Land of Light, yes,» the Angel smiled.
«Are we in the Land of Mists now?» I supposed.
«Quite right. You’re already pretty good at it!» the Angel smiled again.
«Well… They say the Library contains even something yet unavailable on Earth.»
«That’s true,» the Angel nodded. «There is absolutely everything there.»
«Is it really possible to read what hasn’t been written yet?» I was surprised.
«You are reasoning from the earthly point of view. Everything has already been written, but not on Earth,» the Angel clarified. «So, of course, you can read it. Some souls have access to the Reading Hall even during their incarnation in the World of Illusions. They can go into the Library and find any book, newspaper, magazine – whatever is there.»
«That girl who helped me not to get lost…»
«Karina?»
«Yes, Karina, she said she would go there to read my books. Meanwhile I don’t have a single book on Earth yet. So I thought…»
«Would you like to visit the Library?» the Angel scanned me.
«Yes, of course, I would! To be honest, I’m scared. What if there…»
«…there are no books of yours?» he finished my thought and smiled.
«Yes… You see, I write just as… Well, uh… as notes in the margin… in a notebook. Perhaps it will remain in my notebook, in a drawer of my desk, and never see the light.»
The Angel hugged me and led me in the opposite direction from the Customs.
«Nothing happens by accident, my dear soul! You stubbornly refuse to take my word for it. However, since we are still in the Timelessness, nothing prevents us from staying a little longer. Let’s fly!»
We disappeared into the fog, and when we got out of it, I found myself in the corridor of a giant Reading Hall with numerous shelves on both sides. Dense and utterly ghostly souls, dressed in clothes of completely different centuries and nations, were looking for something, climbing ladders or simply walking through the air, periodically hovering over their discoveries, and some were sitting with books at tables by ancient lamps and lanterns and drinking tea or coffee.
I turned to the Angel in confusion.
«There are so many books here! Where should I look for mine?»
«Whatever is truly yours will find you by itself,» he said, and I immediately noticed a shimmering book on the shelf right under the ceiling.
I looked around for a free ladder, but the Angel just grinned.
«Hold out your hand,» he said, and I obeyed, and the book flew smoothly off the shelf, waltzing towards us.
«This book is too big!» I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement. «It must have been wrong! I have a few miniatures as sketches only.»
«Have you already forgotten the stories told you by ghosts today in the Land of Mists?»
«Tales of Ghosts,» I read the title, and the book began flipping slowly.
Yes, the Angel was right. The stories thrown by souls into the bonfire on the side of the foggy road to the Heaven Office; the cases of the defendants in the Courtroom; the restless ghosts’ confessions on the bench by the Customs and the novel of my red-haired guide, who worked with antidotes in the laboratory of the local Alchemist… all that flashed before my eyes!
Only the last part of the book, «Tales from the Land of Mists», partially included my tiny sketches I had already written on Earth.
After passing through Passport Control, on the Border between the Land of Mists and the World of Illusions, I was saying goodbye to the Angel.
«Promise me, that you will meet me here next time and won’t leave me alone in the Courtroom,» I asked.
«I will always be by your side on Earth as well,» he assured me and smiled. «It’s just that all the angels become invisible beyond the Border.»
I was sad and even scared to go back. It felt like an eternity had passed since the moment I had left my physical body in the hospital and ended up there.
«Everything has its Time, my dear,» the Angel whispered and held out his hand to me. «Well, let’s go?»
I took his hand and asked my last question for that time,
«What were you negotiating with Customs when you asked me to wait on the bench?»
«I asked them not to erase your memory,» the Angel smiled.
«So that I would remember you?»
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