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Universes

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28 Universes enclosed in

palm of your hand.

And she sings a lullaby

within the walls of the castle,

a blanket of notes

that embrace it,

protecting it from the cold.

not born to tears, daggers,

heresy of betrayal,

apology made of dark rooms,

the silence of God,

pain without reward.

She was born to fly, breathe,

collect, restore,

make love,

this is what she wants:

her wedding dress,

woven of words that have no shadow,

and caress with a "yes" lips girls

King's crown that has for its breath,

diamond scepter beside books

to write together,

and cots which lie golden

Angels and Mermaids,

fed from her breast,

brothers tomorrow is today.

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The Kraken

Gracelyn, eyes closed, she abandoned herself to the caress of the wind fragrant of salt, which was blowing on her face and blew her long brown hair, while the boat is going faster on the surface of the ocean, off the southern coast. Leaning to starboard, her head bent slightly on the shoulder, you enjoyed those few moments of peace, savoring the feeling of absolute serenity and charm that his natural element, suited her. Very soon, he thought, would regret those moments, once the boat had reached its destination in the area where a threat is still not well defined, was slowly sucking the life from the sea.
- Chief, we are.
voice Chuck shook from that torpor almost dreamlike, and Grace opened her eyes. The boat was stopped - she had not noticed the maneuver, it was immersed in his trance elemental - and his assistant was staring at her with a complacent smile on his face tanned. Chuck was an aborigine, and understood the substance of dreams. One of the reasons why Grace had put him in command of the Australian section of the Star-Shaped Sheashell org.
- Well, Chuck, is here so ...
- yes the very least, this is the area marked on the virtual map prepared by Devereaux ... and between ourselves, Cape something tells me that this is where we start to have some answers.
That something was another reason why Chuck had a vital role in the organization of the Company, and in consideration of professional Grace. The young Aboriginal was in fact a highly developed telepathic sensitivity, which made him extremely valuable for the purposes of the Sea Star org. The last reason was the absolute discretion and loyalty of the young, one of the few people familiar with the nature of the Atlantean manager with green eyes.
- Well, then proceed as agreed, Chuck. Turn on the scanner's depth, and creates an anti-radar coverage over a radius of, say, three nautical miles, records everything, and stay in constant contact with me ... - Grace touched her temple with two fingers, indicating a type of contact is not covered by the exact sciences.
- of course - Chuck nodded, approaching with a wetsuit, cobalt blue, that to him. Grace shook her hand.
- Not this time, Chuck. It 's too missing from the sea, I want to feel the currents on the skin, my friend - he said, smiling.
He took off his t-shirt, Timberland loafers, and short shorts, of cotton. Underneath he wore a two-piece patterned with green and blacks. With an agile leap he jumped on board the boat, keeping a balance balancing on his toes, and stretched out his arms. Keep your hands, assuming a pose as an expert diver, the wind stirred hair slightly, while Undine savored every moment of waiting, before the leap into the depths of the ocean.
Grace turned to Chuck one last time, smiled, and with one bound sprang into the water, disappearing in a flash below the surface.
- Good luck, Chief - Chuck murmured, becoming serious. Then he turned and went back inside the cab controls, ready to do its part.

Caress of underwater currents was infinitely sweeter and more delicate than that of the surface wind. Accept it, reminding her that she was a creature of water, and his house was the ocean, vast and varied as the universe that contained it.
swam fast, enjoying the delicate but pungent sensation of oxygen that enters the body through the pores of his skin, sliding along the roads, and turned into energy for life. There was no comparison with the limited respiratory capacity of the people of surface, this was pure essence of consciousness to exist.
Although the mission had forced her to give up his original physicality, his legs where he had metamorphosed the caudal fin behaved well, and alternately tapping, rattling the earth 's water with his feet, he managed to achieve considerable speed, though not as high as those of the past. But it did not matter. Renouncing its original form Ondina, had earned the love of an Angel.
Immersed in his element, and the flow of thoughts, Grace had not noticed to be significantly decreased in depth, reaching a dark and quiet-for her, could hear the voices of thousands of sea-, where the currents tended to decrease, to a stop, and where there was apparently no life.
Gracelyn stood, swaying, with slight movements of the arms and legs. Perceived as the water at that point, tends to cool gradually. Understood to be reached at the epicenter of the crisis zone.
"Chuck ... Can you hear me? " telepathically summoned the young aborigine, was on the boat.
"The Grace", the answer came directly into the right side of the brain, clear and limpid, like Chuck was there, a few feet from her.
"We have, I'd say ... What reporting tools? "
" A large unidentified mass, just below you ... and even in the face ... and your side ... Head is not very clear, the scanner gives me your location, but all the rest is like ... blurred, and changing ... Yes, I would say we are! "
Grace fell slightly more in depth, entering the heart of the dark, with caution, but without hesitation.
And the Kraken opened his eyes, staring.

Chuck was literally pushed back, while his brain seemed to explode. Ran into the wall of the cab controls, and fell to the ground, bringing his hands to his head and gritting his teeth in a grip of excruciating pain, after what seemed like the cry of death of a thousand seagulls, had ravaged his mind for long moments.
It took him ten minutes to recover, his feet, his head still buzzed, and a principle of migraine coming. Ran out of the cabin, along the bridge quickly, and scanning the ocean, while the concern began to be transformed into a sense of panic. He saw nothing, the sea was calm and flat as a board. The wind had dropped, reduced to a thin, whistling breeze.
not be permitted to go there alone, he thought, was a folly. Despite the power and the determination of Grace, that was too big a problem to deal with it, almost unconsciously. No longer felt dell'Ondina thoughts, and as the minutes passed he prepared for the worst.
Then, a noise on his right hand shook it from its torpor, and Chuck turned around in time to see an elegant shape and light to fly out of the water, and land gently, crouching on the deck . A sigh of relief escaped from the lips.
- Thank goodness ... - Muttered.
Grace stood up, approached the young man, with the water that ran down the body, wetting the deck, his face ravaged by an expression of mixed horror and resolution.
- I've seen ... - He said, speaking almost to herself, when she was a few feet from him. Chuck stared at her, mute.
Gracelyn pulled back long brown hair, and looked toward the ocean surface - is worse than we thought ..., Chuck ...
The Aboriginal nodded, continuing to remain silent.
Grace went back to fix it - You can route to the coast - said - I ... I ... I need to talk to Gabe.
Chuck And as it turned toward the cabin controls, Grace sat down on deck, stretched his legs by relaxing the muscles and mind. He closed his eyes and pulling out the step size for the White Beach , Where he met his angel.

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The White Beach

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The White Beach had always existed, with its clouds were rocks, ocean, bright reflections emerald horizon. It was tangible and material, even if it was real. But at the same time the was. There was only measurable in one dimension with the parameters of the dream, and only an event comparable to the meeting of an Angel and un'Ondina could open the space-time continuum that contained it, and allow access to the vast expanses of sand and water that world.

The first time Gabriel was able to admire the perfect harmony of shapes, colors, smells, heat and light, he wondered if, by chance, his mission had been revoked, and the Chief had called him, in high places. But there was no water, there were no clouds and sand, and above all there was that red sofa suspended above the Earth, where he sat at that moment, with her knees curled up against his chest and his head leaning to one side, the girl met two months before the diner in Glendale, which later was revised under the Golden Gate of Frisco, and to which he finally won her heart immortal.

Grace's face was lighted by a smile that seemed the pure image of endless summer predicted by the Son of the Principal, some time ago, centuries, according to the time parameters of the planet that magically seemed to be suspended under the Beach, and at the same time containing it. Gabriel felt at home.

Gracelyn It was to understand how the White Beach is in California, at a point between Los Angeles and San Francisco, although none would have marked the map, no roads never crossed, but that which unites and joined the wave and the emotions of the Cloud, once the water became water and water is lost, finding herself.

Gracelyn adored White Beach, was the perfect world that she and Gabriel had created together, a reality suspended in midair between the universe and the Paradise ... In their world, they alone, and nobody else. It was a world of light and color, where the night was lit by the glow of the stars, donavano that, with their blue light, a sense of peace and tranquility, but also privacy. In their world there was only love, there the horrors of the planets around them could not reach, and seemed to fade completely when the two of them met.

Gracelyn saw Gabriel approach, greeted him, smiling with his hand, stretching his legs in a more comfortable position. When he came near, she stood up and saluted him, embracing him; Gabriel Gripping reciprocated embrace him, and all around their world begins to position themselves so as to create an atmosphere made for two of them.

- The Chief has kept you busy longer than expected? - Grace asked, after giving him a kiss.

- Yes - he said - he wanted a detailed report of the crime scene, and we began to jot down some ideas on what to do ...

- Give love, now we are here ... let's keep everything else, we wallow in ...

- some love ... we are here, hugging, for as long as we can ...

Gabriel sat on the couch, and Gracelyn followed him crouching next to him. He put his head on his chest, he held her close in his arms, while the sea chose to sing a melody for their pure and divine, pure and divine as the love that united them.

The dawn came soon. Gracelyn raised his head, remaining in the arms of Gabriel, and said

- Does it seem like a dream? Everything is perfect, unique, special ...

- But it is a dream ... our dream. It 's a magical dream ... because we normally get in a dream the other, and ensure that it becomes a reality, a wonderful reality.

Gracelyn looked into his eyes, a look that he reciprocated with all the sweetness of an angel in love.

- Love Gabriel - said Gracelyn with his wonderful smile of a child.

- Love Gracelyn - said hugging him harder.

waiting for the sun shone high in the sky before goodbye, happy to have shared time that the Chief had given them, by themselves, in their fantasy world.

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Intersections

The atmosphere inside was one that breathe in any Starbucks, an airport in Amsterdam and Seoul, and only the emphasis Commonwealth chewed, and a partial view of the Richmond Terminal, the large glass windows let see, between the curtains parted, the place indicated in Sydney where Gracelyn and Devereaux were talking, sitting at a corner table, discreetly covered by a series of bright green decorative plants.
Grace had preferred to meet the oceanographer soon after arrival in the Australian metropolis, without going first to the hotel, eager to hear about the crisis in the marine part of the globe.
But now, after ten hours of flight, and the two have already passed since, greeting him with his usual smile that resembled a grin under the panama white which will likely lead even when he slept, Devereaux had made her way into the local, and began his relationship with sore muscles and dry skin, feet begging pain of being freed from the narrow chanel - would never be used to having two articulated legs, and now more than ever regretted the lithe elegance of the tail fin that was his pride, since he wallowed, curious little Undine, around the towers Atlantis, playing hide and seek with his friends - he wondered if his Grace had been a wise decision. He needed water, its reserves were dangerously independent in red, and at this moment a long cool shower and represented everything that was asked, if a genie had been released by the halogen lamp that hung from the ceiling of Starbuck.
- This is what - said the Canadian, leaning back on the backrest of the chair aluminum and wood.
- That's all ... - Grace muttered to himself, studying the charts on the monitor of notebbok of Devereaux.
- There is no doubt this is a crisis at the global level, we can now say with chertezza, chère mon ...
Grace frowned; areas marked in red on the map in the ocean monitors left turn signals: eight small regions of the ocean, located in different parts of the planet, in which different forms of life were disappearing. All in three days, too fast for some, in addition to the Star-Shaped Sheashell org. , could notice, and take action.
- The Kraken has woken up, so ...
- Oui, the Kraken ... - Smiled Devereaux, sounding skeptical - my training purely scientific-materialist prevents me to associate these phenomena in nature, so to speak, fantastique ... but if you mean the key thing in metaphor ... - Smiled again, staring at Grace - we can say, absoluement ... The Kraken is awake, yes.
Gracelyn rubbed her temples, a gesture habitual at that time made it necessary that the severity of the situation. The chanel would remain in place, and the shower had to wait.

Approaching the corner that hid the scene of the disaster, Gabriel tried to isolate itself from the noises that bombarded the brain, amplified by his perceptions of angels, and threatened to do so crazy. He did not like the confusion, accustomed to the celestial spheres, but he knew what they were facing, when he accepted that position from the Cape who had seen it all, and work as a photographer for the other end, the one who woke overweight - and I woke up - still too early in the morning.
And though it has been witness to many great events during its long existence, was not really prepared for the scene that he appeared to his eyes, once turned a corner.
A large circular section of the block was gone. As if it were a ball of antimatter come into contact with reality, removing the part perfectly contained within the volume. The buildings, the street, cars, everything was cut precisely along a spherical section. The bodies of the unfortunates who, at the time of the disaster, had been there. And that was the worst part.
bodies sawn in half, vertically and horizontally, or in both directions, without a body broken limbs, severed heads at the neck, mouth, eyes, or along the axis of symmetry of the face. Men, women, elderly and children. Even some unfortunate dog, a couple cats, and some pigeon flying over the disaster zone, lying to pieces and scattered over a radius of thirty feet around the ball invisible, which marked the area of \u200b\u200bthe accident. The pungent smell of blood which congeals dark under the midday sun, and filled the scene, Gabe reminded to certain visions of Hell, Celeste studied during his apprenticeship.
All around the area the police had laid a cordon, preventing onlookers from approaching. Some of the policemen, firemen and even a couple of people paramedical staff, were throwing up, not far from unidentified fragments of organic matter torn. There was also
Timberlake Gabe and approached him.
- Lieutenant, what about this? - He asked, touching the policeman on the shoulder, with the aim of the Nikon.
Timberlake spun around, a look of horror on her face painted. He recognized the photographer - Gabe ... I imagined you would have gotten too ...
- Scary stuff - Gabriel filming, lighting a cigarette - but what happened?
He knew the cause of that disaster, but he wanted to take the pulse of authority in order to understand how they knew.
shook his head Timberlake - What can I say? See for yourself, and if you have a plausible explanation, give it to me ... tell me that this is some terrorist act, please ...
Gabe did not answer, inhaling a deep puff on his cigarette. He would have preferred it was a bomb or something. Because the Leviathan was infinitely more lethal and ruthless of all terrorists who lived the seventies Planets of the Multiverse.
And that time, played in tandem with the Kraken.

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San Francisco

C 'was in fact a reason why he chose San Francisco as a base for its activities, a reason that the head - the one who has seen everything, but everyone - never failed to point out, giggling behind his white beard.

Transubstantiation Gabriel had taken place in New York, but only because that is where we are equipped to make the Celestial Neighborhoods transfer faster and more precise. However, his mission would have settled in the West Coast.
In the name of that freedom of choice, also the prerogative of the Winged Servants of the Supreme Will, could decide the place where he established his earthly dwelling. Of course Los Angeles was the
preferred destination for temporary employment in every Angel on Earth, and Gabe went there, initially, by studying the city, the sky above the city, the hidden currents beneath the city, along which moved the energy that should have used or combat, once the Leviathan should wake up.
He took lots of photos of that metropolis, reserving the right to study quietly. It was a place that fascinated him, full of stimulation and vibration, but also wanted to see San Francisco. Why then, finally, all the imaginary land that Gabe had allocated among the ranks of the Guardian Angels of the galactic system, derived from there. Meanwhile, the city bore
the name of the saint's most eccentric and amazing he had ever met, including the balls, a guy who sometimes intimidating even the Son of the Chief, when discussing the best way to advance the Company.
And then, San Francisco was the place where most all of that - at least the most noisy and fun - had happened since, on the beach in Big Sur, Jack, Neal, Allen & Co. launched their "Shouts", then take the anyywhere destination on the road , when, in summer probably brighter than others, Love exploded filling the sky, land, sea and road.

Gabe At this thought, as he sipped a tall coffee in a diner in Glendale, with pictures taken in LA on display in front of him on the table of anodized aluminum.
It was in this posture he found Gracelyn, past, and could not help but notice the snapshots of places known to him, the City of Angels. His gaze did not escape the curious photographer, who still continued to drink his coffee, pretending nothing, not to embarrass the beautiful girl with long hair and bright eyes and emerald.
The next day Gabriel came to San Francisco. With a head full of notes of Quicksilver Messenger Service and Moby Grape, the soul of the verses that resonated with Ginsberg and Ferlinghetti, his eyes full of colors Strawberries and Blood and Clint Eastwood chasing Scorpio, with a 44 Magnum long as the sword of Michael the Archangel, his classmate in high school.
The first stop was the Golden Gate, of course, emergencies and not because he had a postcard. Just what was the most beautiful bridge in the world, the world's most beautiful bay. And while the morning mist began to clear, he realized that miracles happen, and even the angels are allowed to wonder, at least once during their immortal existence. Which, during his apprenticeship, his tutor Daniel had always stressed.
addition to the pylons of the bridge carmine red, flesh tones and most fascinating visionary frame of Vertigo Hitchcock, was the girl in the diner, the one with straight hair and bright , and long skirt that looked like the tail of a siren. She was barefoot, and playing with the water gently bathing the shore. At that moment
Gabe, if he ever even had reservations, he decided that San Francisco would be his home. Later discovered that Grace was living in Los Angeles, and it amused him, thinking absolutely fair: un'Ondina who lived in the City of Angels. An Archangel who lived a stone's throw from the Golden Gate Ocean.

And when the time came for White Beach, at the point where the waves and the clouds are touching, between Frisco and LA, everything became clear, and Gabriel Gracelyn. It began to love each other.

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The plane began to move down to the Richland Airport Sidney. A soothing muscles and closing his eyes, Gracelyn concentrated, crystallized the time, and in a moment that seemed to last forever, while the atoms of his body breaks down, and then resume form, was on the beach Bianca.
parked without too much care for the shape, cut the engine and sat listening to the noises that came from the island a few dozen yards ahead of him, screaming, police sirens, quick steps. There was a time for horror, and time, after all, had no effect, on White Beach, where he was waiting for Grace.

- From here it is almost unreal ... I mean, it's like watching some weird show, a movie ...
- Yes, it would be nice to stay until the end, mere spectators ... - Grace leaned her head on the shoulder of his Angel, taking his hand in his.

- I would be ... - gaze wandered to Gabe, turned down at that funny-looking world full of excitement, which could be seen from the red couch on the beach between white clouds and waves, like a multifaceted prism, and each side correspond to a place, a time, a different reality, but always part of the One. Gabe smiled all'Ondina barefoot, who returned his smile with a loving gaze.

-Sometimes I get away from all this ... the Kraken, Leviathan ... if it were really a show announced for the current season, a film I've seen, but which do not remember the ending ...

- not a film, unfortunately, Sirenella - interrupted Gabriel, becoming suddenly serious - even if it is a show that is in response to ... forever.

- This time it's up to us to try to write it, that ending ...

- Yeah.

dell'Ondina Gabe shook his hand, gently stroking her fingers - Look! There ... Grace see them? - pointed to a multifaceted prism, the right of center. Gracelyn out his head, but could not make out anything special, just a back and forth in time, a subdued murmur of thoughts, sounds and noises mixed to form a symphony of strange, almost hypnotic.

- Li - Gabe said, approaching the head that of the siren. Her hair was the scent of the ocean in summer, when the seagulls flying towards the rising sun.

- Yes, I see them, now ... - Grace said.

They stood in silence for long moments, watching the boy who listened to concentrate with eyes full of wonder, swinging his legs on the park bench, while the white-haired man's voice reading - Gulliver's Travels , Grace was able to decipher, even from that distance.

- There are fathers who still read books to their children! Look, it's got to page 50 ... - Gabe chuckled.

- Grandpa ... and his grandfather - Grace said, confidently. Gabe turned to stare for a moment, then turned to look in that prism, which contained a planet.

- It 's an absurd world, but sometimes surprising ...

- ... and full of miracles - Grace said.

- Already - Gabe smiled and raised her right hand, where he shone for an instant a diaphanous glow, made up of all colors, which seemed to take the form of a sword of light - and deserves happy ending.

- Yes - Grace kissed his cheek, pressing even closer to him.