Chapter 8 – The Distribution of Light, The Weight of Loneliness
The monster was getting used to the patience and light of the centaur.
Every morning, the centaur was with him; every afternoon, he would change his daily habits with small steps, introduce him to his surroundings, and make him open to the world.
The monster was still afraid, but now he was starting to show faith in the centaur little by little.
Centaur was whispering to him silently:
"I know... you're scared. But I can see the light inside. You can trust him."
And the monster, nodding silently, for the first time, began to feel a faith in itself.
Days passed. The monster ate with the guidance of the centaur, walked, watched the sea.
Small habits were changing.
But the centaur was still busy being with him; he met every attack, softening every anger.
Still, there was an intense loneliness in the heart of the centaur.
Every time he gave light, every time he built confidence, he didn't notice when his own fatigue accumulated.
He was alone... no one felt this fatigue of him.
He was alone... he was still carrying an intense and tired spirit.
When the night fell, the centaur quietly went out to the balcony of the house.
The moon was rising in the sky, while the sea was humming lightly and hitting the shore.
He looked at the moon flowers blooming among the sands; hidden, delicate, but strong in the dark.
Like those flowers, he secretly carried his own light; like a hope that was not shown to the world.
While the monster was sleeping inside, the centaur was thinking:
"I heal him... I give him faith... I turn on his light... but I'm still alone. I never touched myself."
And at that moment he realized that this journey was not just about healing the monster; it was also about protecting his own light.
He gets a little more tired every day, but still never afraid of losing.
While he was facing every blow, every anger, every attack, the light inside him was getting stronger.
That night, under the sea and moonlight, the centaur once again whispered quietly:
"Every light magnifies another light one day. But my light... my burden is still mine."
And at that moment, as if the moon flowers filled the night, the tired but powerful light of the centaur also left small sparkles in the darkness of the monster.