Yoist Planet. ®. (Story. Reflection)

Yoist Planet ®.

(Grim tale of existence)

Reflextion in English.

Jorge Ofitas Author. 

In an endless desert of coppery stones, beneath a perpetually dark sky where a red rain falls ceaselessly. In the center of this desolate wasteland rises a pyramid of colossal proportions, its summit lost in the blackness, as if trying to pierce the very fabric of reality. The pyramid itself appears to be made of the same reddish and opaque metal as the stones on the ground, absorbing the little light that filters through the crimson curtain of rain.

And then there are them. Countless human beings, their bodies bruised and muddied by the blood-red rain, clinging desperately to the slippery walls of the pyramid. There is no order, only a chaotic mass of individuals struggling to ascend, each trying to gain a miserable meter, an insignificant fraction of distance towards the unattainable summit.

In this world of darkness and despair, a single ray of sunlight, pale and spectral, briefly breaks through the opaque clouds, illuminating the scene for an instant with a grim and revealing light. It is then that the objective of this frantic ascent becomes evident: the tip of the pyramid radiates a faint light, almost imperceptible in the constant gloom, but which for this multitude represents the only promise of salvation, of escape from the red rain and the oppressive darkness.

There were no gods or prophets who had ordered this ascent. There was no clear promise of what awaited at the summit, only the primal instinct to escape misery and reach that faint light that promised, perhaps illusorily, a respite from the red rain and the suffocating darkness.

Greed was the only gospel in this desert of coppery stone. Every centimeter gained on the steep wall of the pyramid was snatched from another with nails and teeth, with brutal pushes and silent acts of desperation. The strongest trampled the weak, the agile slipped between the exhausted bodies, and those who fell were swallowed by the shapeless mass below, their screams drowned out by the constant patter of crimson rain against the stone.

At the base of the pyramid, those who did not dare or could not climb watched with a mixture of envy and resentment. Some tried to snatch from those who forcibly descended any belongings or information they might have, perpetuating the cycle of greed and violence.

While the shapeless mass of climbers writhed and struggled for every inch of the coppery pyramid, at the base, an equally numerous multitude remained motionless, observing the ascent with a complex mixture of emotions. It was not resignation that was seen on their faces, but a kind of somber haughtiness, a twisted pride that prevented them from joining the frantic climb. They preferred to endure the red rain and the darkness in their position, clinging to an empty dignity.

A third group of human beings swirled, in a patient and passive wait, around the base of the coppery pyramid. These individuals showed neither the feverish greed of the climbers nor the petrified pride of those who refused to ascend. Their distinguishing feature was a profound ignorance, a complete lack of understanding of the situation in which they found themselves. They waited their turn to tear off a small sliver of the pyramid, without understanding the purpose of their action.

Beyond the multitudes, a fourth group of human beings wandered solitarily through the desert of coppery stones: the dispossessed, marked by exhaustion and disillusionment. Among them, some had succumbed to a virulent hatred, flogging anyone who crossed their path, finding a twisted relief in inflicting suffering.

Finally, in the most distant areas, was the fifth group, consumed by envy. Hidden among the rocks, they fashioned rudimentary arrows from sharp stone fragments to shoot at those who managed to reach the summit of the pyramid, denying them any possible triumph.

And so, under the eternal red rain and the shadow of the colossal coppery pyramid, humanity struggled in an endless cycle of greed, pride, ignorance, hatred, and envy. Each group, trapped in its own form of torment, contributed to the collective misery, without the faint light of the summit offering a true promise of salvation, but rather a target for the desperation and resentment of those who would never reach it. The coppery desert remained a silent testament to the darkness that resides in the human heart.

Jorge Ofitas Author

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