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 Kat-Ka

 

 

Keep quiet. .    And listen. .

 

You’re a good girl. I heard everything you thought. .

You asked why I don’t say anything?           … then why don’t I answer?            …then…

Then you thought I couldn’t talk              … then, that I have no thoughts at all – means I …       , then…

Then you listened to others. . .         These…  .   

You’re a good girl…      my good girl. .      You figured it out yourself. .       You have to think about emptiness. . About nothing…        Then they won’t notice you. .

 

Keep quiet. Don’t ask me anything. .

Today is the last Day I have to make the Decision. .      Last one. .

I’ll think so fast they won’t have time. .        They’ve already heard. They are looking for.

WHO?    No matter.    It doesn’t matter anymore. .

I KNOW YOU’LL REMEMBER EVERYTHING.   Everything I’ll tell you. .  You’ll understand later. By thinking slowly.     About… .

 

You’ve already figured out the main thing.  THE TRADITION.     The Tradition about the one who will rise.  The One that will be born of a Snake.     About a girl who will become a Snake. About the Snake that will become DEATH.

 

You will also learn about the Old Snake K. .

She can still hear you that Old K. .          She’ll teach you everything…    later. .

 

I’ll be gone soon. .    Don’t call me. Do not be afraid. .   Forget about me. Forget what I am. Forget all about you and me. Then they won’t be able to find you.    Just know that I loved you more than my life, more than all my lives. .    Every part of my body loves you the most and will love you later when I’m gone. .         You’ll understand…     later. .

 

I’ll tell you a lot more before they figure me out. When they come in, I’ll break the CONNECTION.    Don’t wait any longer. I will be destroyed. They will destroy me endlessly to make you call me. .      Don’t call. .        Don’t ever call…  .

Just remember that we, Snakes, we love you…    Endlessly. .

You must find the body in which you will give birth to your son.     The one the Tradition speaks of.

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These are close. .

I made up my mind. . To tell you. The last. .

The worst thing for you is the Hole. .

That’s where the stuff you hate flows down. You didn’t know what it was called before, but you were so afraid of getting dirty. .

It’s just shit. It’s shit and piss. Sometimes it’s the blood…

There they throw bones that can’t be chewed off for a long time…    To snakes.

Sometimes Snakes look at us out of the Hole. .

Haven’t looked for a long time…

 

You need to get into the hole. .   It’s completely dark and it will be scary. .     Crawl forward… Crawl until you find a way out. .

I was told there was a way out. .

Must be…  .

 

 

They are come in. These. .

 

I didn’t tell them anything. And your name was Katiuly-Kat-Ka. Like the Grandmother.

 

 

You are asking if that girl managed to find a way out. .

I am the Old Katiuly-Kat-Ka guided her in the dark.

She didn’t understand who I was…        she understood but didn’t say anything.         She understood all, good girl. . .

 

She also understood that the Tradition said that all the exits were blocked…  that she couldn’t get out, that…

She knew EVERYTHING. She crawled from one exit to the other, trying to pull out the stones…

Couldn’t pull it out…    I knew it but led to another…     and more…      and more…

She worked her fingers to the bone, trying to pull out, to scrape out the stones…

… For a long, long time…   even the bones are torn…

 

Three moons have passed. .  She was completely weak. From pain, hunger, thirst…

They probably heard that She was still alive and threw stones into the hole until the End. Sometimes rocks hit her head and She lost consciousness…    for a little while… and still held on to the edge, and then she scraped and scraped again…  .

We don’t die of pain like You earthlings. The body just stops listening. .  And only Pain remains…

 

She kept scratching at the last, farthest exit, as long as she could hold on to the slippery edge of the sewer…

Then…     then…     I couldn’t tell her the truth…      She understood it. She’s a good girl…

 

She was two cycles old – just over six years old for You.

 

I am the Old Katiuly-Kat-Ka can still hear her thoughts, hear her crying, but not calling anyone…  .

… Quieter and quieter…

I don’t dare kill her. We Snakes do this with our thoughts…   I can’t decide…

 

 

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