The Great Archive

## The Trapdoor

There was a story, a story that no one should know who reads it. This narrative was about a certain creation, a creation that could not be described in any way, the idea of writing or of describing. It was so powerful that it could not be read by anyone, and nothing. It was always a puzzle, and it was never to be caught or noticed, but it was always there, everywhere, in every corner of our existence. In every house, planet...Omniverse. It is fullfilled, and it creates your thoughts and mine. However, in order to satisfy the secrets, he created a certain place, and to bear the name of the Great Archive. The archive is filled with ideas, secrets, insights, truths that conceal the creation, but not just that. The archive is... the archive, nothing more, nothing less, is that and only that, allegedly hiding behind the coverings of a certain Council, which out of stress can not mention the structure itself, and as soon as the structure brings them to the tongue, they hold their tongue behind their teeth knowing that trying to say anything about this taboo will be equal to what they fear most. He sits so, broken between the councils, who do not feel guilty in their actions, but see themselves as enemies, with the sables somehow they go cracking in the chest when behind them there is a safe opening which they do not see specifically not to fall from the very attempt to open. The advice is simple, but also complex, and if you could bypass them, you would find the aforementioned safe, closed tightly with different ideas and materials. Here begins non-knowledge, here begins the moment when you will no longer be in control of yourself, and your true self. This is the moment of separating the superego from the self, the moment when you will feel free.

One day **Michael** fell from a tree, laughing, he grabbed a key in his hand, found it from the tree on which he was sitting, it fell unexpectedly, as if someone would drop it, he realized that if no one's there to pick it up, he will claim it, he was looking from that moment on for something to use that key on, it has to be used for something, right?, he looked around land, grass, trees, maybe a door? In the end, he didn't find the answer to this question. Michael sat down on the ground sad, he dropped the key on the ground, but then he noticed a trapdoor, that resided right under him. Michael quickly used his hand to get the dust off of the trapdoor. He decided to try to open it with a key, he himself could not believe what he found when he opened the casket, his eyes opened widely, and the key fell out of his hands, Adam fell to the ground as if in an amok, and his body fell on the ground, and behind him a hand appeared, it grabbed the key, locked the trapdoor, and Michael was punished harshly, it took him by his clothes and carried him to a certain creature. Creating the order to cast Michael out of heaven, he was too curious about the truth that he should not see, but Michael began to whisper something incomprehensible, at some point he threw his fist to the ground, and his hand was covered by .

[...] Michael fell from heaven, he did not return, he has not returned, he does not come back, he didn’t come back.

**Adrian**, his second governor for this, knew of the existence of the trapdoor, and he saw how Michael was punished, he didn't repeat the same mistake, afraid of even mentioning it, the character praised such acts, from that moment Adrian could not say anything, never said, poor Adrian, they stitched his mouth.

**Constantine**, his third governor for this, did not know about the existence of the trapdoor because Adrian could not tell him about it, so one day while playing in the Garden he struck his knee hitting said object... trying to open it he felt someone's hand.... But it was too late, Constantine never.

[...]

Constantine did not exist.

And the trapdoor hid what the monster did not praise, and since then, no one, ever, has had an entrance to Garden. Do not try. It’s too late to discover the apple behind the tree of truth that is covered with roses, and even if you try to get into it, you have to hope that the monster’s key will fall...or maybe it’s been there all the time? It is the place of puzzles, power, and restriction, don't you think?