4 (french) Werber, Bernard

- You will regret being up here! exclaims the skeleton, with
new laughter. And as it becomes masked woman, I see the
fingers pink rot, flesh rot, putrefy. Two indexes do manage
to cross my face in ectoplasmic trying to poke my eyes out.
Suddenly, I have before me a spider covered white satin.
Telepathically, I try magic formulas for get rid of it. “Vade
retro Satanas. “In vain. We think of the litany of fear of
Dune. I pronounce it: “I will not know fear. Fear is the little
death that leads to total obliteration. I will face my fear. I
would will pass over me, through me. And when it is over, I
will turn my inner eye on his way. And where it is over, there
will be nothing. Just me. “
I close my eyes and mentally repeat each phrase. The
laughter stops and the woman in white bubbles exploding in
Bright.
Only one remains. This is the central light that we shows the
way. With this clarity, I see in shadow silhouettes of my
friends. I agree with them. All fought their monster. Their
personal monster.
Freddy confirms this: we spent a Moch. And Rose is still far
ahead.
After the first wall comatose, the color changes. Ministry
changes to violet blue and brown. There are hints of black.