Omens

*Enters the home of the Alchemist*

Chaos:
It is known that you offer guidance on others journeys. You speak the language that unravels all mysteries, right? Maybe you can explain to me what my recurring dream is trying to tell me? In the dream, I was being chased ...

Alchemist:
Settleth down, Chaos. 'Twill maketh space f'r the compliment extern of peace.
Anon, alloweth me to qu'ry thee: art thee not did suppose to beest joyous?

*Chaos sits down*

Chaos:
What? I don't know … 'ffhh … I am happy. Maybe you should just dive into my eyes, then you'll see.

Alchemist:
Hmm .. And so society hast stolen thy eyes.

Chaos:
No, you don't understand. I'm not like them - I am unique … I mean everyone's unique.

Alchemist:
Aye, thou art unique - as much as ev'ryone else

Chaos
Stop fooling around! Please, just lend me your mind.

Alchemist:
Wisdom ought not to beest did share. Through the attempts, 'twill singeth the song of insanity. Yet, it truly reaches the root of the mind, once the song is to beest hath heard exclusively f'r thine own self.

Chaos:
Well, that doesn't sound good at all. How else will it be possible to help others understand and connect with Truth?

Alchemist:
Tis writ somewh're yond "th're is nothing eith'r valorous 'r lacking valor, but bethinking maketh t so".

Chaos:
Just forget it .… None of the things you're saying makes any sense. You're definitely not "unravelling mysteries". No wonder why you are so easy to ignore.

*Walks towards door, but recognizes scriptures titled "Chaos Theory"*

Huh? Chaos .. Theory? Hey, are these scriptures about me, by any chance?

*Starts looking through the scriptures and walks towards the Alchemist*

Alchemist: In a way, indeed. Chaos Theory - briefly did illustrate - is about how one parteth of reality, something yond is unf'rtunately oft p'rceiv'd as insignificant, can quote-unquote "accidentally" affect anoth'r parteth of reality in such a way wh're the impact travels beyond all dimensional facets of magnitudes. So the theory possibly teachest yond tis the small things yond art the biggest.

Chaos:
So, what does that have to do with me?

Alchemist:
Hitherto in this tale of yours, thee hast did count me as nothing. Howev'r, wheth'r thee wisheth f'r answ'rs, thee ought to practiceth the art of listening. Thee desire happiness. And to so attaineth t, thee ought to disassemble the inn'r Chaos. What prevents thee from thy inn'r peace is The Chaos - You.