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
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