Ouvertures
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Chapter I :
Welcome to this Universe.
I pushed this creaking rusty door of a huge building that some architects of genius had built at a time when Heaven and Earth used to meet, in order to celebrate their holly union. It was such a place where the sacred sounds of bells, trumpets and drums were played by minstrels darted by multicoloured rays at dawn. Then the clear dark light opened the path, leading to the altar where a dove, hostess for several centuries, had left an angel feather and a drop of blood in a little case made of precious wood. I pulled out of the middle pocket of my tanned leather bag, the virgin parchment that an old fool gave me at the market place, as I had just arrived in the village. Suddenly the feather began to twirl around and the first words in letters of fire appeared on the ancient fibbers of the ancestral paper...
