Fame. Part three.

Let's go home.

These words sounded so pleasant, so tender, that the word "home" were now the only thing that mattered in this world.

On the way back, flying over the strangely shaped houses, Moonlight had already begun to fall asleep. Every time he fell asleep, I just couldn't hide my smile.

And every time, I had to lay his head on my shoulder so that he would not be crippled by hitting somewhere.

But this time, he gave me the opportunity to become even happier than I was.

Fully asleep (and these creatures had a very deep sleep), Moonlight relaxed, with tightly closed eyes, and did not show any signs that he was alive.

Yes, it's a little scary when the Wizard is sleeping.

Without thinking, I lifted him up and felt how light he was.

It was the weight of a feather. Grasping his thin waist with my hand, with the other, I lifted his legs and so went towards the house.

His head continued to rest on my shoulder and at times, those long eyelashes twitched, trembled, swayed, making my heart repeat the same thing.

Mom was still not at home. The whole house was swallowed up in darkness.

I slowly climbed up the steps, wishing only one thing, so that these stairs never end.

But unfortunately, soon, I found myself in front of my room.

Gently putting him on the bed, I covered him with my blanket and for a moment, froze over his face, which peacefully continued to sleep.

I could hear his heartbeat. I could feel his warmth from a distance. Suddenly, I wanted to touch his nose, his lips.

There was a knock on the door, then another, and I could no longer continue to stand beside him, losing myself.

I was prevented!

Nervously opening the door, I saw a tall man in front of me, in a beautiful dark blue suit, whose shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing a tattoo that stretched at the neck to the belt.

I didn't recognize this person the first time. But as soon as he got closer, I saw this smart and cheerful look.

It was Albert.

Only now, he had golden eyes and a hairstyle with the effect of hair after the rain.

"I didn't recognize you," I said, taking a step back into the house.

"Yes. I decided to change something. May I come in?"

"Of course."

"You came to talk about my books?"

"Yes."

Standing on the threshold, Albert looked around, and I noticed that he was a little nervous. Even too nervous and full of anxiety. I wanted to ask what happened, but getting into other people's business was not my habit.

"Please sit down."

"Are you home alone?"

"No. Moonlight is above."

Still tense, Albert took a deep breath and slowly began to cling to the back of the sofa. "I am so tired," he said suddenly.

I expected the continuation.

"This world, these people, where is this going?"

"Yes, a man is not free even in his thoughts."

Making a surprised look, he nodded his head.

"Yes. I also think that this is too strange and impudent. Reading thoughts. I wonder why someone needs this. And who needs it at all? As far as I know, all high-ranking people and scientists who now lead everything in this world , are not interested in people's lives. All they are interested in is what to invent and create."

Looking at the ceiling somewhere, he said, "What a strange house you have. Mirrors are everywhere. You can get lost here, in your own reflection."

"Yes. Sometimes, I am scared of my own reflection."

Closing his eyes, Albert was in no hurry to move on to the most important thing.

But it gave me the opportunity to look at him.

In fact, this man was young, and judging by his figure, he looked like a ballet dancer.

"You know Oki, after reading your books, I realized that I was so very tired. And all this time I was so tired. I realized that I need a good rest. This whole world, all this chaos, I just need a rest. Just a day when I can sit down and just enjoy the silence, or the singing of long-forgotten birds. Tell me, how did you manage to write such wonderful books in such a hectic world? "

"I just wanted to get away from this world as far as possible. That's why I wrote all these books."

"Oki, you are a genius. You are just a genius. And it seems to me that you are smarter than this Sennhandd. The father of modern, and possibly all science! Who is he anyway?!"

Now, he spoke as if he harbored an old grudge against the great scientist. But I didn't ask.

Opening his eyes, Albert straightened his jacket and said, "Sorry. So why am I here? Yes! Oki, about your books. But no. First, I need to tell you something. Do you know that there is a special society that continues to value and try to preserve long-gone writers and their works? Well, all modern writers, poets and ordinary thinkers represent a single society. And this society is in a small dimension, which was generously presented to us by the Council of Scientists. In this dimension, there is everything necessary for life. That is, some peace and a small part of beauty for creative development. There, we all live peacefully and every day, we discuss books, writers and just plunge into our worlds. We live as if there is nothing else in the world. Except books, thoughts, and of course development. Now let's get down to business. Okay, since you have now become a part of our small society, I invite you to the Dimension of Shakespeare's Dreams ! There is a sky for you. A great house in which you will continue to work on your books. Well, what do you say to that?"

"Dimension of Shakespeare's Dreams? Did you come up with that title?"

"Yes. Isn't it original? Although when people hear this, they ask who Shakespeare is, which makes me sad."

Hearing that the Moonlight was awake, I became nervous, although something told me that I can trust this person.

"So, do you agree? Do you want to live among the writers? Make new friends? I think people like you are bored here."

Suddenly, unexpectedly for myself, the idea of living separately, on my own, together with Moonlight seemed interesting to me and I, unexpectedly, agreed.

"Really? That's nice! I'm very glad! I hope your mom won't mind? Although, she's a great artist. She can also live in Shakespeare's Dreams!"

"She's very busy these days. But I would love to move into this dimension."

"In that case, tomorrow night, I'll come for you. And now, some people don't trust Wizards. And our community, too, treats them a little bit hostilely. This is mainly due to their ability to read minds. Therefore, I don't know how will you keep the identity of your Moonlight in secret? Let's just say, change his appearance. Make him look more like a man or a woman. Well, in short, like a common human."

"Yes. I get it," I said.

I was in no hurry to turn on the light in the house. For some reason I felt comfortable because all the objects around me were slowly enveloped in the light of the night.

Back in my room, I noticed that he was already awake.

The long hair covering the half of his face fascinated me and made me tremble.

And even in the dark, I could see the sparkle of those eyes.

"Tomorrow, we're leaving," I said quietly, still standing at the door.

"Where?"

"To the world of writers and thinkers. There, I will feel comfortable writing on and not needing to seek inspiration."

"It's good for you."

"If you want to stay with my mom, then I don't mind."

Then he ran to me and grabbed my hand.

His voice trembled and for a moment, it seemed to me that he was about to fall. It was a weakness and in this look, I noticed something that looked too much like attachment.

Attachment...