Moche 001

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She had been warned.She couldn't say she wasn't, she wouldn't say she wasn't. To be honest, tyrannical comminations and exemplars of disgrace had always been an unavoidable part of her life. “A road you should never enter.” The Newcomer remembered her mother saying. “ All followers are gone and they are never coming back.” Her words were not the first ones she had heard so far, but guess that was when all those ideas of running away and catching a sight of the fabled black hole with her own eyes started to wander in Newcomer's mind. Curiosity is a sin, curiosity is a dark poison softly swaying in your body. There is no way to get it out the moment it passes beyond your limits. Either peel your skin off or shed your blood, nowise it's letting go.

As far as she could call back now, it was one foggy evening when the Newcomer found herself on the bus. Her being was no longer able to collect any decadent memory of it; how she had ended up there, what had pushed her to that point, who she had seen the last, what were her final words, none of them was clear enough. Like her last hours in the village had gotten lost in haze. Yet if you asked her, it was not that strange in this town, nothing was.
Where her past began was the first step she had taken out of that bus. Although every single thing she wanted to forget consisted a piece of this place, that was also all she had. Amongst all those superstitions believed to be cursed, she wondered if this was the one. Still being able to remember the sweet odor, still being able to feel the same warm touch all over your trembling body, still being as enchanted as the birth... Enchanted, guess it is the right word. Yes, it is. She had felt her senses flying away from her body as the pure magnificence of Moche came in sight. She was captured, the Newcomer had lost to Moche's beauty before it was entirely unmasked.


“Welcome.”
One little word was enough for her to fall over her heels with the place; full of mango trees and lovely fenced houses... So perfect, so true, so real. Turning your gazes back to six feet under ground after having one look at its celestial allure was slightly impossible.
"Welcome”. Yes, she was aware that this was the magic spell. Truthfully, the Newcomer knew it all along.

After drawing herself out of the bus, she unconsciously watched a few people who had traveled with her taking their shoes off and moving ahead with dauntless paces for an uncountable while. The dimmed spot where they once stood was sharply separated from the doors of the divine panorama by a thorny, narrow pathway. This was her first yet also the last time of seeing there with her own eyes, and she still did remember how it had reminded her of a gate between two completely different dimensions. She still did remember filling her lungs with moldy air surrounding the outside world, for one last time, then breathing out. The Newcomer's childhood dreams were slowly coming true.

As her bare feet landed on the barely touched grass, an ecstasy of peace began to boil in her veins. Shoes, she thought unconsciously, had always been nothing but a burden. From that moment on, she was addicted. But, this was Moche's nature after all, it would penetrate into your soul, grow inside of you whilst you lay down your eyes fully open, unable to keep away from its clutch.

It was going to take a long, long while for her to completely understand what they had meant by the cobweb.

Because what ties you up to Moche is not only an adorned case, it's something inside you. When the bracelets fade away and are no longer palpable, the etched feeling stays behind with you. It's an endless thread overwhelms you with anguish.

And then, every night you search for it, the feeling deep inside you, the one nobody knows. And every night you search for it, the missing piece to fill in the gaps of your misery.