“The Guardian of the Lake of Light”

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They say that in a forgotten corner between worlds, there is a silent field where three doors rise:one red like fire,one white like the moon,and one violet like dreams.She who dares to choose awakens a path only her soul can recognize.

A woman with ancient eyes chose the red door. As she crossed it, the field stretched before her like an open sigh.To her left, a lush tree watched her.

In front of her, a full-length mirror reflected more than just an image: it was her pure energy, her luminous essence.An old woman dressed like a gypsy spoke to her heart:

“Look closely. Recognize yourself. You are more than you believe.”

As the mirror vanished, the sky began to turn the color of twilight.

Sadness wrapped around her like a soft veil,

and the old woman whispered:

“Twilight is the threshold. Let die what has already fulfilled its cycle.”

Night descended with its shadows and silence.The stars flickered like witnesses.The old woman handed her a torch and pointed to her chest:

“Carry this flame within you. Illuminate your own path.”

And so she did. She walked among shadows that no longer touched her, because they no longer belonged to her.

They were old fears, memories from other times. She was now living fire.

They crossed a forest and arrived at a lake.

On the shore, many versions of herself—men and women—held bowls filled with a dark liquid.

One by one, they poured it into the water.

The surface turned thick and black…but at the center of the lake, a sphere of light began to spin,drawing in all that ancestral weight.

The pain was transformed into a beam of light that rose to the universe.

The old woman spoke with wise voice:

“Look at yourself. You are the home.”

The woman entered the lake naked and let herself be embraced by the light.

She curled into a fetal position, and from her chest, golden threads connected to each one of her other versions.

One by one, her selves became pillars of light returning to the Source.

“You are not responsible for all,” said the old woman.“Only for honoring your path.”

And the woman, releasing guilt, felt peace.

As she emerged from the lake, dawn was already coloring the sky.

On the other shore, someone awaited her…

But the old woman took her hand and said:

“Do not look back. When the time is right, the paths will merge.”

The woman nodded. She no longer needed certainties, nor endings.

She walked with the light in her chest,and she knew that her true mission was this:

To be a transmuter.

Like the lotus flower,

born of the mud,

bearer of the sun.

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