The conclusion of this was that: “... The range of articles written around this game increased her eagerness even more. Considering that she was encouraged to take time off from business to focus on herself, the time available became a contributing factor to all the rapid learning.Similar to a parasitic worm, her unconscious forced her to acquire more and more nutrients from books.On the other hand, every detail, peculiarity, curiosity and technique of the hobby gradually replaced the space once occupied by the memories that corroded her.The process went further... Her brain was regenerating and gradually the old connections were being disconnected. What would normally take years, according to neuroscientists, in her case was happening as a daily process, with very noticeable results.The memories remained in the mind, as I was able to see and access through the sessions, as well as the pain they carry, but in a compact form, without details. Something that resembles photographs th
This was not the first nor the last time that she went to the library early in the morning, and even during the day, with the aim of learning more and more.Visiting books on this same topic became a routine for successive nights on end, fueled by the surprisingly effective medicine provided by the psychiatrist.One night, in the private library, while reading with excitement and fascination, her mind remained active, on the other hand, her body and eyes seemed exhausted and, in front of this picture, she fell asleep with the book on her lap.It was no surprise, because, unlike previous times, when I read in a chair, with the book resting on a table, I was sitting in a comfortable reading armchair, similar to a royal throne, which I had ordered from Europe.The wind blew so steadily, bringing with it droplets of rain that it cooled the walls and windows where she was more and more. The cold only increased, but she was completely wrapped up.Minutes later she reaches the deepest state
Night after night she dreams of an episode...On a certain occasion when she is once again comfortable in her armchair, as on all previous nights, moments later, she falls asleep, plunging into the fantasy in which she already appears as a majesty.In the kingdom, after an apparent period of peace, now everything indicates, from the uproar of people with clouded faces, that they are in the middle of a war.The queen does not focus on seeing the appearance of each of those closest to her. It seems pointless, but she feels comfortable with this impossibility.To complete the strangeness, the voice of each person addressing her is also undefined. However, this also does not seem to hinder communication or each person's role.The previous dreams were exactly like this.When strangeness is constant and normality is rare, what was once strange becomes seen as normal.“Your majesty... Forgive my intrusion...” the subject bows, “your majesty, the king desires your presence...” one of the cour
Despite her impetus, she feels insecure in the face of all the power granted to her. She refuses to sit on her husband's throne, rejecting him and considering herself unworthy.The next day, the kingdom's prominent men meet and when they realize that they are faced with situations that require the monarchy's decision, they decide that they have to convince the queen to accept and act according to the decision she made.“Defending him is fundamental to our remaining in power, your majesty...” she hears the voice of what looks like a court priest. Referring to the king he continues adding:“It is known to your highness and... the rest of the court that... your majesty, the king, is vulnerable, he is old and has no skills... not even to walk..., as even locomotion is a problem. as much as limited...”She listens to them attentively, however, she remains thoughtful. After a few seconds she raises one of her hands, interrupting everyone and says:“Your Excellency...” she says, addressing t
The court priest says in a dream “The creator gave the greatest abilities to your majesty. This is certainly a sign that he expects her to be supreme!” and adds “did you notice that he denied this to the…king?” concludes the reverend, encouraging her more and more with each start of the battle. Something similar he says to her army.She, within the ideology of the dream, was increasingly confident in herself.But while the queen grew stronger night after night, the same could not be said for Rúbia. The poor thing was feeling alone and powerless given the current situation.The other administrators took advantage of the bad decisions she made and started acting on their own. In a short time, corruption took over all layers of business and this, which began in a timid and discreet way, became evident in the consequences.As a refuge, she relied on dreams and daydreams.Some believed that she was going crazy and ignored her more and more, to the point of disregarding her and even making
The old doctor never saw her as a sexually attractive woman. Not even the passage of time and their close relationship awakened this in him, however, she came to represent a daughter, who he never had.And just like a father, very present by the way, as he was psychologically responsible for her conception and rebirth, he continues in the role of parent, seeing himself as responsible for feeding, nurturing, educating and guiding her.After hearing extra details and curiosities about the hobby, which she talks about with great excitement, almost interrupting her, he asks a question:“Could you summarize what personal learning this entertainment has added to your current life?” Inquire.“The lessons are many and very personal... I see life... from a different perspective... When I wake up each morning... and look in the mirror, something I feel pleasure doing these days, I see myself as a different person...”“Similar to your character in current dreams?” he interrupts.“Yes, exactly wi
Magalhaes had interrupted the drug treatment, due to an unforeseen problem with the supplier.A long time had passed since the day Rúbia had spoken about the need for an instructor and had dismissed the last of the several candidates who had emerged since then. She was no longer satisfying herself, playing only with herself.No one in the locality was capable of competing and teaching her something new. “What doesn’t nourish me shouldn’t occupy me...” she said after each dispensation. Therefore, after brief departures, she saw the need to continue the search. Those from Romântica were the first to be eliminated and then those from several closer cities.Faced with the need, Rúbia came to the conclusion that she should hire someone qualified from the capital, or from another state and, if not suitable, from outside the country, such as one of the authors of the books she had read. In the dining room, where she usually eats breakfast alone, like before she got married, after her parent
Days and classes later...“Tell me a little about yourself...” suggests Rúbia, while analyzing the next move of the game, surrounded by silence broken only by birdsong.The student's desire was to know a little about the teacher's past, but what she heard was:“I would really like to settle down and form a family... I have always been fascinated by this arrangement of parents having children... then grandchildren and so on.” Hopeful.“Don’t tell me that it was the Romantic atmosphere that influenced you... Since I was a little girl, I’ve heard many people attribute this tendency to her, which awakens precisely when she visits us for the first time!” Ironizes.“I hadn't thought about it, but now that you mention it...However, I already had this desire in my heart, I love children, whereas my sister didn't and didn't have such a reaction when she got to know the city...” he reveals.“In her case it could be a matter of time... We have a lot of weddings here compared to other cities in