Hours, day and nights went by and our hidden activities were more seldom carried out
I spent my free time thinking about what to do
I thought about our past and I realised that in the end our rituals were as fake as a mass
There was nothing listening to our prayers
All that we had done was pure falsity
Just fantasy and imagination
We had created an illusion and our minds wanted to see it
We were the incorporated blindness
I still had the dark knowledge I read about but to me it was pure philosophy and folk superstition
Practically, beliefs and stories magnified as the time went by