His Whispers

There are truths we've brought to light, and there are those that still linger in utter darkness. Only bats may hear their sweet song. Only the blind may learn their secrets.Father lived there. In that dark, eerie castle, now shed of its colorful facade, and revealed for what it has always been. I decided to come back after nine years, hoping I could once again lie under the wings of his grace. With open arms, he took me in, and led me through its depths. But this once beautiful place revealed itself to be a festering pit of horrors.It was there. There, the truths in the dark hid from the rest of the world. And as I walked amongst dread and wretchedness, I could hear him whisper, guiding my fingers through the blackness. For nine years, I dreamt. For nine more years, I slept. That October, Father kissed me awake.This story will most likely remain an enigma to many. I dare not shame Father's word with unjust translations.But to all, there is one truth to this tale.A truth that remains, as it was before.It's just a veil.Nothing more.