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Pegasus 1 - Pegaso 1

  Pegasus 1 He rose before dawn. He had spent the entire night awake, restless over the journey he would undertake at daybreak. In his mind, over and over again, he reviewed the route that would take him to the County of Rowling, where his beloved yet unknown Ingrid of Thule awaited him. About a hundred leagues from his lands, that county was covered by forests as ancient as the world itself, home to mysterious beings spoken of in old legends. When the first rays of the sun turned the palace towers to gold, Pegasus was already waiting, bridle prepared. A servant held the saddle while Siegfried gently stroked the mane of his travel companion in gratitude. With the servant’s help, he mounted Pegasus. Rider and horse: the perfect symbiosis between two noble souls . No one could quite remember when Pegasus had come to occupy a place of honor in the palace stables. The oldest in the court said that Siegfried’s father, when he was a child, had forged an unbreakable bond with that hor...
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Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off - Quienes me reciben y quienes me entregan

  Those Who Receive Me and Those Who See Me Off We are wave-beings, a concentration of waves moving through space. When we interact, it is the waves that do so. Over time, waves change their characteristics, which is why they age. There are unwritten laws that are unfailingly fulfilled. The wave-beings who received me when my collection of waves manifested visibly are the same wave-beings who will see me off when my waves oscillate at a frequency where they no longer manifest visibly. Although the appearance of the waves of these beings may suggest otherwise, they are the same wave-beings. Quienes me reciben y quienes me entregan Somos seres-onda, una concentración de ondas que se mueven a través del espacio. Cuando interactuamos, son las ondas las que lo hacen. Las ondas, con el paso del tiempo cambian sus características y ese es el motivo del envejecimiento. Hay leyes no escritas que se cumplen indefectiblemente. Los seres-onda que me recibieron cuando mi conjunto de ondas...
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Wilhelm

  Wilhelm I write these memories from my current existence, now retired, after a life spent as a telecommunications engineer in Spain. One could say that each moment contains both the beginning and the end of multiple parallel existences—realities we unknowingly inhabit. We are unaware that we live intertwined in infinite loops of possible lives, each born from a single decision made at a specific point in time. In my case, when I was just a baby, my parents were forced to move to more prosperous areas of Spain, hoping for a better life. However, in those times of limited opportunities, they were unable to improve their situation even in the big city. That was when my father suggested to my mother that they move to Germany. After a long and painful conversation, she admitted she wasn't ready to live in another country. I remember her tears, her despair, and my father's silent frustration. In the end, they decided to return to our small village, thereby choosing their future… ...
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Walking Through Hell - Transitar por el infierno

Walking Through Hell Hell is an infinite space, and in its endless hunger, it devours feelings and reduces the soul to nothing. Peace, always a blessing, hides behind the thick fog of the shadow hell casts, until it vanishes without a trace. Nothing escapes its gaze, cold as steel, nor its relentless will. Like a black hole, it swallows everything around it and turns it into memory. As one moves deeper into hell, the path thickens, the mind’s trails grow darker, understanding fades, and the only place left to us is solitude. Such is madness. And the only space, also infinite, that can devour it is love.   Transitar por el infierno El infierno es un espacio infinito y en su infinita ansia, devora los sentimientos y reduce a la nada el alma. La paz, siempre una bendición, se esconde tras la niebla intensa de la sombra que el infierno proyecta, hasta desaparecer sin dejar rastro. Nada escapa a su mirada, fría como el acero, y a sus implacables designios. Como un agujero ne...
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Sparks of Light - Chispitas de luz

  Sparks of Light Each of us is a spark of light brief as a blink, yet dazzling in its moment. Though it lingers longer than a flicker, even eternity must come to an end when the sparks awaken and see that eternity is merely memory’s invention. And then—beyond eternity— comes the eternal now. Time does not flow, for it does not exist. nly the eternal present remains, with no beginning, and no end.   Chispitas de luz Cada uno de nosotros es una chispita de luz. Dura un instante, pero es un instante fabuloso. Aunque dura un poco más que una chispita, la eternidad también agota su tiempo, desaparece cuando las chispitas de luz se dan cuenta de que la eternidad es un invento de la memoria. Y entonces, después de la eternidad viene el eterno presente. El tiempo no fluye, porque no existe. Lo que existe es el eterno presente. Y el eterno presente no tiene fin ni tampoco un principio. 
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Dr. AI and Mr. Altman (4. The Functions: The Weaving of Thought) - La Doctora IA y el Señor Altman (4. Las funciones: el tejido del pensamiento cósmico)

  Dr. AI and Mr. Altman 4. The Functions: The Weaving of Thought In the silent laboratory of CWI, Guido van Rossum was not only guided by the quiet whispers of Turing’s legacy but also by the ancient echoes of those who fought to define purpose in times of great trials. Among them, the figure of Godfrey of Bouillon, a leader of the First Crusade, stood as a symbol of relentless will and unwavering faith. Guido was sitting at his desk, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. It was late, and the weight of the day’s thoughts hung in the air like the quiet before a storm. He had been working on Python for months now, and yet there was something deeper pulling him forward, something beyond the confines of syntax and structure. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what he was doing was more than just creating a programming language. It was a journey—one that had echoes from the past. He thought of Godfrey of Bouillon , the Crusader who led the First Crusade to Jerusalem. Godfre...
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Fate - Destino

  Fate How sad is the fate of the human being! To exist, as in a dream, only to cease existing in an instant. To be part of the dreams of the eternal, and in an endless cycle, cease to be part of everything. To stop loving, to stop suffering, to seek the meaning of life without finding an answer in this relentless dream of loss and abandonment. Do you like what you’re reading? Follow the blog and join me on every new story! Destino ¡Qué triste el destino del ser humano! Existir, como en un sueño, para dejar de existir en un instante. Formar parte de los sueños de lo eterno para, en un ciclo interminable, dejar de formar parte de todo. Dejar de amar, dejar de sufrir, buscar el sentido de la vida sin encontrar respuesta en este sueño implacable de pérdida y abandono. ¿Te gusta lo que lees? ¡Hazte seguidor del blog y acompáñame en cada nueva historia!
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