The Gravedigger

The sceneries were filled with the burning crackling sounds; yet no flames were anear nor ahead. Imperceptibly as he had journeyed forth, he commenced in hearing curious and blurred chanting voices which had merged in stealth within the invisible flames' mystic resonance. Such indistinctive murmurs he was surrounded by, possessed a mysterious and pious agenda. The crooning voices whose mystic hymns were following him through their inexplicable expressions, in gradual measures evolved in expansion with an added sound, such being the clamouring wind chimes which knelled in perspicuous mannerisms.

The winds raged as the saddened skies commenced in weeping their tears once again; yet he pursued forth in his search, scouting the abyss of his darkened surroundings. Upon moments hence as he had progressed further, he became besieged upon by an idea; perhaps these very chanting voices which had bloomed from nowhere, were indeed guiding him within his unconscious struggle in reaching his unknown destination. Thus, upon a moment's cognition, he commenced in following such guiding murmurs towards their mystic path.

Hours passed since his wander, and he paused to gaze onwards as a shadow from afar gripped his curious passions. Placing a number of steps forth, he saw such which appeared as the moving appearance of priests whom were surrounding a manlike figure unlike themselves.

He moved closer in languid measures, pursuing an understanding, and thus he began seeing an estranged man engaged in digging a nameless grave which laid aside an ancient tree.

The man's face was near hidden beneath his draping robes, yet his mere eyes were all which were exposed. The priests whom were surrounding him appeared as engaged in a solemn prayer; a prayer which synchronised with the chanting voices which had lead him here in his search.

The mysterious man appeared exhausted and in struggle, unearthing such which laid within the grounds beneath him. The more he dug, the further removed he seemed in uncovering such which was buried below.

He conceded near, as with each and every step he placed forth, the further in transparence the priests appeared.

"Who are you", he questioned in his mind as he had reached near; yet the priests continued their mysterious prayer in negligence. The man standing amidst them paused in sudden, lured his gaze onto him, and responded, "The Gravedigger".

"Yet such grounds in which you unearth already possesses a grave", he commenced.

"I unearth these soils in order to free he whom lays beneath", responded the gravedigger; as he added "I have been digging for many years, yet I remain unable in reaching him".

Appearing abashed, he looked downwards and asked, "Who is he"; and the engaged gravedigger responded, "Myself".

Once more confusion had preached him, for he could not fathom as to how a man can unearth his own flesh as a separate entity.

"He lays in patience, for he believes in me; he lays in silence, for he hears me; and he lays in peace, for he sees me", said the gravedigger.

"I do not understand", he regarded in his mind; and thus the estranged gravedigger lowered the drapes which covered his guise, and revealed his appearance.

"Do you see now", asked the gravedigger, as his new accomplice gazed onto him in awe; for the gravedigger resembled him, as he also resembled the gravedigger.

"You gaze in surprise, for such you see exceeds your understandings", said the gravedigger. "For I am neither a monster nor a man; I am your inner struggles whose mere passions has laid beneath the soils beneath our feet. For long I have endeavoured in uncovering the man you once buried beneath us. I have poured sweats and continued in struggle, as I am forever driven by hope", the gravedigger added.

"Whom are such priests surrounding us", he explored in his mind.

"They are the nameless men, and their chants soothe our never ending struggles", responded the gravedigger.

"I cannot understand their words", he contemplated once more. "The nameless men speak through an ancient tongue; in words which are no longer spoken by men. The gods favour their pious devotion, and thus wield them their powers in revealing realisations", responded the gravedigger.

Upon his words' end, the gravedigger passed the shovel from his hands and said, "Perhaps he whom has buried him, should have him unburied". In sudden, with a dramatic winds' breeze the gravedigger vanished, and his drapes befell upon the grounds which now excluded his presence.

He began digging, as the nameless men continued their mysterious chantings; and with each and every thrust, a roaring thunder shone within the skies.

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