Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

We continued travelling during the night without stopping anywhere. Thousands of people in their individual vehicles passed us by on that extremely spacious motorway, all overwhelmed with the same excitement and anticipation about their arrival at the Valley. In the middle of the night, in a true cascade of white light flooding the horizon, we arrived at the Valley of the Roses…

VALLEY OF ROSES: STARING AT THEIR SACRED CITY

Rosernes Dal, 13-VII

I sit and stare at the “holy” city of these times, exhausted from the charm of this mesmerising view, which can only compare with landscapes of dreams and fairy tales.

From the densely populated hill with the small and gentle gradient where we had settled in at midnight of the night before last, I cast a glance and realised that we had finally arrived!

An artificial basin that I had seen before on the Reigen-Swage

stretched before us, full of rose bushes, temples and countless monuments, palaces with the famous crooked domes of Gratia Dei and Lysicoma: a giant garden city with a resident population of six million souls—including the regional lansbees that surround it—cut in half by the river.

There are no stars in the sky and this faint, diffused, cool light, that doesn’t seem to stem from anywhere in particular, gives you the illusion of daylight. I think I’ve said it before, but this artificial light of the current times looks like the aurora borealis.

I was mesmerised! I couldn’t take my eyes off of it! Fabulous treasures of topaz, amethyst, rubies and sapphires sparkle under this brilliant light! Each and every one of the semi-circular lines on the horizon was a wonderful, floodlit temple of art, a monument to the spiritual history of the last centuries. This is how they use most of their gemstones nowadays; to decorate their large cultural centres! They don’t belong to anyone! Their purpose is to satisfy the eye of their beholders!

“Look Andreas, look!” Silvia turned her face towards me and looked at me, fascinated by the image of the Valley that lay ahead. “Look! This is our earth, Andreas, our globe, our own planet even if we don’t believe our eyes!”

From up here you have a great view of the countless palaces of the Ilectors and the Lorffes, their observatories and all sorts of “radio wave stations” that carry the glorious names of the old researchers that they honour—like Striberg, Tegner or Feridi—the galleries that host their masterpieces, the temples of the Franciscans in Cordei a municipality of the Valley, and the Madonna of the Roses. And if you turn around, you’ll see a great number of planetariums, conservatories, gyms and swimming pools, everywhere on the periphery of the Valley.

Here are the galleries of Iberia, Latium and New Sabina with the famous ninety-eight heterogeneous but so fittingly matching capitals, each of which occupies several pages in the history of art. And there’s the temple of Human Suffering and the altars of Maternity, Research and Sacrifice, built in the memory of the thousands of scientists who were persecuted or crippled by radiation and their struggle against bacteria and viruses. And there are the premises of the Aidersen Institute—an entire city in itself—and the temples of the “dead religions”, each built in their respective style: Buddhist, Hindu, ancient Greek temples, synagogues. I even saw a temple for Zarathustra!

There in the background I can see the temple of Love and Peace, the construction of which lasted for three whole generations, as I was told. Designed by the great Niemorsunt—a project of the 9th century, finished in 876—it was the fruit of sincere cooperation between the architects Olaf Keirl, Hilda Normanden and Alicia Neville.

To the east stands the Pantheon, with the arch-shaped halo that bears the famous here inscription “Honora Praecursoribus Aeternus”, written in golden light! There’s something magical about this inscription, apart from the golden light with which it was written; no matter where you are and from what angle you look at it—from above, below, far away or up close—you can see it as clearly as you would see it should you be standing right in front of it!

Next to it, the Temple of Poetry by Kekonen, also from the 9th century. Between the Pantheon and the Streets of the Palaces stands the temple of Damon and Phidias, a special project inspired by Yalmar and Rinarschield—the most renowned Lorffes of the 12th and 13th century, whose names and friendship marked their era—that was assigned to the architect Heimerstam for the perpetuation of the idea of friendship as a whole and not his own personal friendship.