# Tempest Tales: Purgatory

*The journey is only worth the destination, sometimes.*

By [The Tempest](https://paragraph.com/@the-tempest) · 2026-03-02

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awaking in a bed. a bed made for two. alone. new. confused. remembrances of a life past, or was it present-future.

loves of those remembrances walk in; an unknown living entity with them.

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outside.

entity reaches towards the ground. produces a young fetus of a man. "do i know this man?" was all i could mutter. not stutter: mutter.

places this seed of a man within me.

entity: "for you have never bore nor born thou shall... now walk until the time for fresh water arises!"

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there i started. never to end there. for i walked. for in the remembrance i learned that when things are not comfortable, knowable, nor concrete; you walk on and follow orders from those who are bathed in the know.

from the place i began to the wilderness, i walked.

through the wilderness i found a lake of putrid waters. across the ferry man took me. i, pacing all the while. for once started i could not stop. for i walked now.

from the wilderness to the mountain, i walked.

at the peak i walked harder. for as any one of remembrance can remember: downward a slope is hardest when forced to move slow. so i walked the slopes. up and down i walked for i could not run from this destiny.

from the mountain to the desert, i walked.

walked and walked. for the desert is always endless. endless until you find yourself... in need. for then i found the need for fresh water; for the desert never ends.

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the pain. that for which there was no remembrance. for i had never been in need of this fresh water. for what i remember was not fresh. it was circle water. water with a story written upon its original story. tainted yet pure. purified.

i kept walking. until... the water flooded from within me. from every pore and essence of me, there was water.

the desert faded, no, it grew. it grew into the place i had began. a man was formed from me. same as me. different than the remembrance. for then was made men and women of the same differences as us all.

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mirrors.

what were those and why do i feel like this man was one. this new thing was that of an old, yet new all together. no old within him.

in a lightless flash. i was gone and only the new remained. this new had turned the remembrance into knowing, loving, and perfection.

my loves where gone, yet i felt no pain of that that the remembrance caused upon seeing them.

entity: "welcome"

in that one word i was both at peace and knowing of three things. the entity was welcoming me for the journey. i was welcome at this new place that remembrance would have labeled as "home". the entity was welcoming me for the destination. and for that last welcome i was most welcome.

amen

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*Originally published on [The Tempest](https://paragraph.com/@the-tempest/tempest-tales-purgatory)*