To interweave a scandalous story about a wanderer is a temporary state of mind. This invented story was about a man who became a prisoner in an imaginary mystical fortress. The story says that I saw this wanderer as an apparition through a nebulous mist. Then the rain started to fall in large drops as I observed him from a short distance with his back to me. I became panic struck and fell under his influence.
In the remote distance he walked in the wooded land. He made empty headed lamentations about the world. He was long lived, he looked gaunt and was soaked to the skin by the rain. I waited for his return to a more youthful appearance.
After his departure into the deep woods the biting wind turned his spirit into a foam. Be careful not to speak so loudly about him as it was rumored that he liked to rob the dead. His origins are unknown and he is hard to follow due to his transitory image. I tried to retrace his steps back to his grave. But when I entered the graveyard of his decent my eyelids began to fizzle in mourning.
Countless invisible strings moved me through the graveyard. I had become lethargic as the bitterness of my disease caused me to become decayed.
As the last embers of my life sizzled away I began to splash myself with my own blood in an attempt of self purification. Then he appeared before me, suddenly he was in his former shape. He was still obscure and hard to perceive, he was impatient and lost his temper with me. He gave me a wink and destroyed all allusions of my life. He became invisible to the eye, but he could have been up close, as I was far sighted. I was the gossiped one who told tales of the vagrant since the beginning of his time. There was no longer any reason to speak of him. Everything about him was a convolution of lies and speculation.
Then was his coffin lid opened and something entered it. The lid closed and the coffin lowered back into the ground. Even though his spirit was buried I still sensed him around me. I looked at my coffin which was now opened and I was drawn towards it. My spirit stepped inside. The lid closed.