Not a long time ago, there was a shapeless man, awaited to arrive through the galactic train.
He wandered through planets with no goal and no core, yet he was feared all across space.
One day, as he was moving across a swamp, he saw a warrior girl imprisoned, yet she was still standing put, he sensed bravery by her wind, he asked her wondering:
“Where can i find such a heart?”
“Set me out first” she replied.
He manipulated the iron blades into a shapeless form too, and she hopped out.
She didn’t have an answer, but gave his three creatures who would,
And so they were gone with the wind.
The first one he met was a night owl, who worked weirdly at a sea shore, hoping to get his way back to dark tree alleys, to build a library one day,
He asked him the same question: “where could i get a brave heart?”
“In books”, the owl said; “old classical tragic books”.. it left the shapeless man more wondering. But he took a book with him, and he was gone with the wind.
Then he visited a second bizzare creature, an exiled reptilian, every day he goes fishing with humans though, he thinks a fish is what everyone should seek to be like. He seemed to be kind, for a monster like him, he seemed to be kind..
“Brave hearts are found at homelands, soils, spilled with blood..” he seemed to have a tear in his heart though; “You know when you’re away, you’re like a lone hanging fish on a net you see, not the fish you seek to be.”
He sat by him at the river, both wanted to be in water.. both were, unable too, they wished to have been at their home ground soil too, even if they’d be slayed, what a lovely river of blood there veins would be with the soil..
Unable to come to a heart here, he sat on the heartless train again, took with him a fish in a bowl, and went to a snowy continent.
There he adressed the final one, a yeti, he acknowledged him by his warmth through the white scenery, his warmth and warmth alone:
“where could i find a brave heart in the vast white landscape?” He asked.
“In a lover’s eyes” the yeti responded, “once i had one and i was seen, i was brown and it was green, i was held and it was real, yet when she left, an endless winter was yet to start, so yet i was here, white dressed, searching endlessly for a flower, and no one can see me, for real..” the yeti continued “until you realized me, I’m not a lurking legend anymore..”
“That’s right, i can show you the flower” the shapeless man said, but give me any any other hint”
“Go to the frog king, he has an extra heart i heard”. And they both went with the wind.
The shapeless man gave him the book, which led him to the flower place, then he went to the frog king, at the same swamp, again, he had an extra heart, that was because he didn’t have anyone yet to enherit him.
“But what will you exchange it for?” The frog king asked.
“I’ll give you a fish that was lone in a net” the shapeless man responded, they both went on and agreed.
“But why do you need a heart? For your coreless core?” The frog king asked.
“Everyone thought that too, but no, for a friend, a hurt friend it truly is” the shapeless man responded.
And he was gone with the wind and a heart.
“Zoya! Zoya! My faraway friend” the shapeless man, eagirly, as he was climbing a big hill at a distant land, scremed: “i found you a heart, my friend, so you might get bright and back again”.
Zoya was for a first time for a long time touched, “but i told you not to leave me alone” he continued: “the war is blowing more and the night is endless.. and i.. don’t need a heart, only knowing you went is enough for me here, i don’t want to be bright in a lowsy world, we’re good to stay.., come inside, i made some tea and cookies for us” Zoya sounded in a blue.
The shapeless man told him what he went through, and Zoya realized he knew them all from before, in fact he was a friend with the swamp girl, and the yeti when he was brown, “next time bring them back, and by then i could leave my endless turmoil behind, if only a friend, then i would go with him to a painful sea, i would go to an exiled river, would go to an endless white, if i was with them” Zoya cried as he was eating.
“But the heart..” the shapeless man said.
“Take it yourself, your core need to belong to one more”
“And you my hurt friend?”
“A heart isn’t needed, a shapeless hug from a shapeless friend is enough and sound”
They both hugged in gratitude, and the wind was howling outside.
The shapeless man told him what he went through, and Zoya realized he knew them all from before, in fact he was a friend with the swamp girl, and the yeti when he was brown, “next time bring them back, and by then i could leave my endless turmoil behind, if only a friend, then i would go with him to a painful sea, i would go to an exiled river, would go to an endless white, if i was with them” Zoya cried as he was eating.
“But the heart..” the shapeless man said.
“Take it yourself, your core need to belong to one more”
“And you my hurt friend?”
“A heart isn’t needed, a shapeless hug from a shapeless friend is enough and sound”
They both hugged in gratitude, and the wind was howling outside.
zaki monzer 