SOLUNA,
PRESENT DAY
"ANONG NANGYARI sa pari? Nawala ba 'yong sumpa?" kunot-noong usisa ni Harold sa akin. He has been listening intently to me for the past hours.
Katatapos lamang ng huling klase namin sa araw na ito at ngayon ay nasa kagubatan kami ng Soluna, sa likod ng aming unibersidad. Nakasandal ako sa isang puno sa gitna ng kakahuyan. Hindi maiwasang magbalik sa akin ang mga pangyayaring hindi mawala-wala sa aking isipan.
It's been what? So many years? Time has come and gone so quickly. A lot of things have changed. The town of Soluna that used to be a cursed town is now filled with people. Marami na ring nadagdag na mga imprastaktura. Malayong malayo sa abandunadong Soluna na aking kinagisnan. Nasa kolehiyo na rin ako at malapit nang makapagtapos. But all of those things that happened in the year 2019 feels like yesterday.
The 66th tradition. Ang pamilyang nabuo ko sa lugar na ito na agad din namang binawi sa akin. Saka ang mga taong dahilan no'n.
"Yes, he was executed," I point to the clearing in the middle of the woods kung saan kami napadpad, "right here on this very spot." Humigpit ang hawak ko sa kamay niya dahil sa kabang bumundol sa aking dibdib.
It was different from what was stated in the textbooks, but I know what really happened. Vanessa told me everything that night when I was sleeping. She came in my dream and said the things that made me weep for them. But they'll come back. I know they will.
According to textbooks, Father Sakarias was executed in the plaza for the evil deeds he bestowed upon Soluna, but it wasn't. In fact, I saw him burn here. Everyone saw it until it was forgotten like the rule of time in accordance with existence.
If it wasn't for Vanessa, I won't remember anything.
Napahawak ako sa pendant kong susi.
A gift.
I didn't know how I mustered my courage to go here. Sa ilang taong nakalipas ay hindi ko magawang pumunta sa parte na ito ng Soluna. Seeing this place still brings nightmares to me. The memories were too vivid, I can't slip them off my head. They're carved in my head deeply, irretraceable, stubborn that I demand it to be reminisced.
Even though that memory is traumatizing, I don't want to forget about it because of the people whom I shared that memory with.
"Sure, love?" Harold asked, eyebrows met. "Right here?"
ESTÁ A LER
La Cometa 1892
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