In the endless darkness.
The man felt like he was in an abyss.
This seemed to be a place deeper than hell, dark and gloomy.
The man climbed up from the darkness. He was suddenly confused, not knowing what he should do or where he should go.
He could only move forward aimlessly. It was a numb feeling. He was being pushed forward without stopping.
Everything in the dark is not quiet.
There were sounds of wailing and wailing in the distance.
The man felt familiar. He hurriedly approached and saw a mother and daughter hugging each other. They were extremely thin and lamenting the pain of hunger. They seemed to be trembling in the cold wind and begging humbly to others.
There was nothing he could do but pass them and continue walking.
With every step he took, he felt something pressing on his back, which seemed to be suffering.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man heard whining again, this time more terrifying than before.
A thin man, he was tied to the stage by the priest, and his flesh and blood were cut off with a knife. The priest shouted loudly for the blood sacrifice.
The man's hands trembled as he seemed familiar with the scene, and he couldn't help but go forward to touch it. However, the scene of suffering suddenly went to the other side, and it still lingered. This place, deeper than hell, seemed to be laughing at him and teasing him.
With more weight on his back, the man could only move on.
This darkness was boundless, and as he walked farther and farther, he heard more and more misery.
Endless misery pressed upon him.
People wailed, mourned, and fell to their knees. They had suffered so much, but they still had to endure it. They were tortured.
The man's heart became heavier and heavier.
The misery on his back weighed him down and nearly overwhelmed him.
The man doesn't know how far he has come, nor how far he should go.
Those sufferings are so sad and hateful, and there is no end in sight.
Until when he goes somewhere...
At this time, in the boundless darkness and misery...
"Nora Ridge."
The sound instantly resounded throughout the world.
In front of the man's eyes, a candle suddenly lit up.
He didn't know when he was holding the candlestick in his hand, and it was stained with rust.
The man felt the warmth and held the candlestick with its burning flame.
The journey was so long, it seemed like it would take him a lifetime to walk, but the man lifted his legs and kept moving forward.
The darkness squeezed him, and the man saw another misery.
It was a kid who had his hand cut off, and he was crazy, crying and laughing.
At this time, the man gently raised the candlestick. Under the candlelight, the light slowly gathered on the child's broken wrist, and a pair of new, intact hands reappeared on his wrist.
The child looked at the man in surprise.
He illuminates and drives away the sorrow in the child.
The man smiled, hugged the candlestick, and continued to move forward step by step.
All the suffering he had experienced. Repeatedly over and over again.
Men go through many hardships.
This road is so sad and difficult.
However, he clung to the little candlelight.
Suffering cannot overwhelm him and can never destroy him.
Because that bit of immortal candlelight guides his direction and guides this soul who has experienced all the suffering in the world.
The man walked for a long time until he reached an end and there was no way ahead.
He raised the candlestick in his hand and illuminated the front with candlelight.
In front of him is a door, with divine light and shadow shining through the cracks in the door.
The man pushed it away.
The icon, the priest, the bench, the open book, the choir...the picture clearly appeared in front of him.
The man suddenly found himself in a church, a church where memorial services were held.
The tall ribbed arch windows and dome murals are colorful, soft light diffuses into the window lattice, and the pieces of stained glass glow with a gorgeous luster.
The nine rows of benches on the floor were full of people, and there were many people standing on both sides of the benches, clutching the holy statues in their hands.
The man looked at them, Cassel, Keck, Colvin, Rebecca, Abdul, the tavern owner, Armin... It was a piece of paper with familiar faces or unfamiliar faces, whether young or old. , thin or fat... men know that they are liberated people.
With tears in their eyes, they tried to smile at each other and try not to look sad.
White doves flew past the church windows.
The man realized that this was his memorial service.
"We lost him a few days ago, a man we loved..."
The priest recited scriptures.
The more than thirty children in the choir stood calmly under the stage with their hands behind their backs, waiting quietly.
When the priest's eyes were moist and he finished reciting the last verse, he closed the book silently.
"Lord, bless him, people, remember him!"
So the children sang hymns.
The voice is melodious and melodious.
Boom, boom...
The church bell rang along with their singing, one after another.
So loud.
The man held the candlestick and walked among the crowd, walking forward unhurriedly, as if he was stepping on the bells step by step.
The children's voices were so clear, following the melody of the music, blessing him and remembering him.
"Lord above...please have mercy..."
The people on the bench clasped their hands and lowered their heads. They softly called to the Lord and begged the Lord to lead the souls they loved, chanting and murmuring.
The man walked towards the icon, step by step.
The children's singing did not stop, and neither did the people's prayers.
This soul that has experienced all suffering is being blessed and remembered by all the liberated people at this moment.
Finally, he walked to the icon.
The melodious singing is coming to an end, and the children sing the last line.
"The Lord is above,
Please accept this kind soul,
The Lord is above. "
The man turned around and followed the hymn,
The crying children wiped the sides of their cheeks, and people trembled. No longer able to hold back the tears in their eyes, they stood up and hugged each other.
He understands, he understands.
It wasn't just a bunch of kids singing.
It wasn’t just those present at the memorial who were hugging either.
He knows, he knows.
This is,
People who had suffered so much, sang their faith in unison.
People who are struggling stand up and embrace hope.
The man smiled at the world, looked at the icon, and never looked back.
Goodbye Cassel, Goodbye Rebecca, Goodbye Keck, Goodbye Colvin, Goodbye Abdul...
"Goodbye, New World."
Move towards tomorrow, liberated people.
The man touches the icon lightly.
The candlelight in his hand suddenly became bright, wrapping him gently.
When the man opened his eyes, he saw a dilapidated house. He remembered that it was old Fig's house and that he was in the slave cave.
He stepped forward, his steps slow and brisk.
When he reached the door, he stopped.
“Lord, I have fulfilled my covenant with you.”
Then, the man waited quietly.
God was by his side, always.
"Moses, your name is Moses," He said.
The man asked softly: "What does it mean? The Lord who made a covenant with me."
Every name has its meaning.
"Because after you have tasted all the suffering in the world,"
God slowly spoke to him:
"Bring those who have not lost hope out of Egypt, which oppresses them."
The man nodded slightly, he had completed his covenant with the Lord.
He pushed open the door.
It was a really familiar room, with narrow window lattice and squeaky bed. It was as shabby and shabby as ever.
In front of the window lattice stood an old man with a chest like a broken candle.
The candlelight shines through the clothes, like an angel spreading its wings.
Old Figg was waiting for him with candlelight in his hands, waiting for this soul who had experienced all kinds of suffering.
Moses smiled, happily.
"Long time no see, kid." Old Figg grinned.
"Old Figg, old Figg."
Moses could say no more and repeated his name.
Old Figg looked at him kindly.
“Hey, come with me.
We hold on to faith and hold on to hope. "
Moses held the candlestick forward and asked:
"Where are we going?"
Old Feige's eyes were moist and he said gently:
"Let's go, let's go,
Go to the place where the yoke is cut off.
Go to the place where thousands of candles are lit. "
Moses nodded. He placed his candlestick here and took Old Fig's hand.
Later, they left.
In the darkness, that candlelight will never go out and will always be bright.
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Many years after the rise of the Republic, historians continued to summarize and study from the mountains of historical materials, and then tried to restore and guess one thing:
Before his death, the old Cassel would inadvertently open his long poems.
It was an anthology of poems, the first of which was a long poem dedicated to Alambiin.
It ends like this:
Everything is in order.
If you come alone, you will leave alone.
He passed away, and this suffering man's soul will always be high.
He rests in peace, and I hope he rests in peace with the Lord.
I was at peace and so was he.
because,
The Lord is above, the Lord is above...
