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

After that day everyone tried planting those seeds in different combinations in their own gardens all around town, but in vain; they never bloomed. A few months later, the same seeds bloomed in a random place.

The legend says that these roses can only grow in places where great spirits have lived and where great loves have blossomed... The petals of these roses don’t open anywhere else no matter how favourable the weather conditions and no matter how hard one tries; following all the rules, using the best materials or taking care of them every day are to no avail. Not even the specialists in floriculture have managed to discover the “secret” in growing these magical roses that reflect the light of day and the colour of the sky.

STATUES OF THE FUTURE18-VII

Today I left at dawn and walked around by myself all morning. I spent most of my time at the Pantheon, looking for the statues of the “moderns” this time.

I still remember several names from the ones I came across in there. In the corners of the Pantheon I discovered significant figures of the 20th century that were still unknown in my time. I’m trying to recall what each of them did that made them famous from the stories of Lain, Astrucci and Cornelius. While looking at the inscriptions on the pedestals, I was struggling to find the missing pieces from the puzzle that had been created in my mind from all the books that I had read and all the classes that I had attended in the capital of today’s Loggovardia.

Each of those men and women must have made a very important contribution to the civilisation of this world in order for them to be honoured in such a way: words that hadn’t been heard, melodies that hadn’t sounded, artworks unappreciated by us back then, something important enough to give them a status, a spot in this temple of art and the chance to be reincarnated into immortal bronze, marble and synthetic ivory gods!

“Who knows what the human societies would be like today if it wasn’t for Alex Jenefelt, a leading figure of Direct Knowledge and thinker of their 9th century (circa 3200 AD), they wonder nowadays, similar to what we thought about Plato, Socrates and, above all, Christ.

THE WISE MEN OF THE PALACE STREETS IN KONGEBORG

Lorffe Gunnar Hiller Jr.

Around noon, Syld came to visit and sat and chatted with Stefan for hours. Apart from being a renowned painter and a person profoundly appreciated by everyone, especially by Stefan, he was also one of Stefan’s oldest friends. Jaeger told him that we’d be here and he came to find us on his own. Among other things they talked about, Syld suggested that they went to the Streets of Palaces on the 22nd of this month—just the two of them—to hear Gunnar Hiller Jr., one of the two leading Lorffes of the year, speak in a lecture intended for a wide circle of participants. “You might even be able to meet him, talk to him,” said Syld.

Stefan told him that he was most likely to have left the Valley by then, but Syld continued: “He is an extremely simple man, despite the very ‘official’ life that he’s been forced to live lately. Deep down, he doesn’t really like it that much. The most precious thing in his life is his granddaughter. Last year, he asked the board to enter the crystal square with her, holding her hand. He resented the fact that they didn’t allow him, claiming that something like that was impossible. He’s simple like that: benevolent and with a loving soul. Of course, you can’t just go and talk to him first… He’ll

find something to say to you if he isn’t too tired. Come on, join me, and with a little self-control everything will be fine.”

Stefan thanked him but once again replied that he would probably leave in four days and added that it was good enough for him to have seen the palaces from above, which we had already done, on the first day of our arrival.

We had actually flown there, beyond Fgelen, to the Southeast Valley, and we hovered above the Streets of Palaces in Kongeborg. It is an endless state with crystal boulevards in the shades of amethyst, an entire city made up of the palaces of the Lorffes and surrounded by vast parks, with the famous purple roses.