The False Messiah (Complete series)

This is the complete eight-episode + prequel of “The False Messiah” epic!

Alcyone (prequel):

Through the experience of visions that connect her to characters in a romance novel set in Japan during World War II, Kate confronts the melancholy holding her and meets the love of her life, only to realize a truth she’s not ready to confront.

Episode I:

10 years after Kate’s disappearance, her lonely sister Annie joins a new social network called Samsara, where participants share imaginary worlds where they can meet and, in her rise to popularity, she will have to face a conspiracy to destroy all reality.

Episode II:

After Thalia announces the rules of the stellar competition, Annie faces two competitors as she argues with Simone about the importance of bonding and finally gets a glimpse of the terror behind Samsara.

Episode III:

After her defeat, Annie prefers to stay away from Samsara, but Robert gives her the strength to return and face Jonathan, a participant who has achieved a constellation of 100 people.

Episode IV:

A girl without memory is formed from the void, in the midst of a violent and aggressive world she will create a bond to avoid suffering but her own nature will lead her to betray the affections that her heart formed.

Episode V:

Young runaway Simone drowns trying to save another person, unlocking memories of past lives that lead her to face the truth about her mother’s death and to make a decision that will change the course of her existence.

Episode VI:

After knowing Ted’s plans, Simone fights to protect Annie’s life, putting her life on the line to do so.

Episode VII:

While escorting Annie to Samsara Inc. and to safety, Robert recovers memories that lead him to understand the price of the task.

Episode VIII:

By facing darkness, Annie understands that all dreams must come to an end.

Eternal dream (Final)

IX

Alfonso stops by the door of the quickstop, where he finds the reflection of his face on the glass of the door, his long, white, gray hair, and his long, singeing beard.

Who am I?

The question has no answer. The golden, cracked skin, dry lips, characteristics that do not correspond to any glimmer of unity inside the observer.

Dry lips…

The sentence reminds him of something he cannot remember, a faceless nostalgia and nameless anguish. He decides to enter the store without answering the question, walks through the aisles full of candy, vibrant colors that fill him with wistfulness. Walking down the aisle at the end, Alfonso finds himself facing the row of refrigerators, he stares at a bottle of mineral water, the shape of the bottle reminds him of something he cannot realize, a diffuse memory that leads him to open the door of the refrigerator and take the bottle in his hands, the cold relaxes him, it leads him to take a deep breath. The woman at the cash register has been looking at him for a while. Alfonso knows this, but he downplays the issue, preferring to open the bottle and take a big sip of water. Refreshing, but he is interrupted by the woman’s voice.

Hey, what are you doing!

Alfonso stops, the woman approaches him, brings a red blanket, one that she had kept for the cold, she uses it to cover the body of the old naked man she has found in the corridor of the refrigerators. Alfonso thanks her, but she has not finished, she asks him to pay for the water before consuming it. Alfonso listens carefully and then puts his hands in his pockets, but he has no pants. The woman gets angry, asks him to leave the store, to take the water away but not to continue to mess the floor with sand, points to Alfonso’s dirty feet, feet with which he has painted a trail of sand everywhere he has stepped. Alfonso walks towards the exit, passes by the woman’s side, she backs up when she sees the depth of his eyes, there she finds the glow of the stars. Alfonso is happy to see her, he remembers her from before, although he doesn’t know when, he bids her farewell with a reverence. As he walks through the door of the quickstop, Alfonso sees the next object that catches his eye, an empty gas can, next to the gas pump hose. With eyes full of tears, a smile on his face, and arms raised to the sky in an attempt to embrace the sun, Alfonso celebrates the discovery. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t remember, but that canister fills his heart with joy, an intense joy that drives him to run to the pump to get the canister and insert the nozzle of the pump inside. Alfonso presses the trigger and the gasoline is poured inside. And just then, the bathroom door, at the side of the quickstop, hits the frame announcing the arrival of a man on the scene. It’s a burly guy wearing a trucker’s cap on his head.

Hey! Hey, you! Are you going to pay for that?

Surprised by the statement, but even more surprised to see the face of the person who is questioning him, Alfonso kicks on the floor with joy, suffering hidden inside him disappears, a miracle without identification leads him to thank the heavens and Pedro, who continues to approach Alfonso and fails to understand anything of what is happening.

Did I miss anything? You’re going to pay, right?

Alfonso panics, grabs the drum with both hands and runs out, releasing the jet, which continues to expel liquid from its interior and spill it on the floor. Alfonso hugs the canister tightly as he escapes from the station, into the road and the desert. Pedro runs in pursuit, but stops at the pump to stop the gasoline pouring onto the ground uncontrollably. The time lost is enough for Alfonso to reach a considerable distance, insurmountable assumes Pedro, in the midst of the embracing heat of noon, so he desists in the pursuit.

X

Alfonso runs without stopping, he doesn’t give himself time to look back. He doesn’t run because he is being chased, he runs because he knows he still has time, although he doesn’t remember what for. Hours fly on the impulse, until his legs ask for a break, the sun lying down on the horizon, and the heat has dropped considerably. His guts are rumbling. When was the last time he ate? A blind confidence leads him to go into the dunes of the desert and to wait in silence. And then, between the lines described in the sand, a circular movement, like a whip drawing outlines on the ground, reveals the movement of a snake emerging from the depths. Alfonso observes it and without even thinking about it, he throws himself towards it, hunger drives him, instinct drives him, love for the imperishable time drives him to pursue it a long way, leaving the drum behind, because what will become of the can without someone to carry it? Alfonso manages to find the snake, grabs it by the tail, and strongly whips it against the ground until life escapes from it. When the killing is over, Alfonso says goodbye to the snake, thanks the universe for providing it, takes off his red cloak and places it on the ground, and deposits the snake’s body there. A furtive look at the canister, arranged on the side of the road, reveals that the object in question is not in its position; a young man has taken it and is carrying it. Alfonso hurries to hunt down the intruder, catches him and throws himself at him, managing to knock him down without much difficulty. The canister returns to his hands and Alfonso stays looking at the young man for a while. For his part, the young man spends the afternoon begging Alfonso to lend him the gasoline he needs to rescue a woman stranded in the middle of the desert. Words that unleash a series of diffuse, unconnected, but strangely familiar memories in Alfonso. One specific word echoes in his memory.

Amelia.

Alfonso remembers meeting someone with that name, a powerful feeling that brings him back to the desert sands, that ties him to the destination of the road, to the gasoline can and to the long journey he has undertaken. But Alfonso prefers not to say anything, he is not sure of these memories, of the story that they link, and for sure that saying things without being sure is a bad idea, he thinks to himself. Night falls on Alfonso and on the young man, a fire is lit in the dark, the flames dance to the rhythm of the night winds. Millions of thousands of years still unprocessed in his mind, Alfonso does not manage to stay long in the present time. Even so, he makes the greatest effort to pay attention to the words of the young man, who interrogates him with questions whose answer he does not possess. Questions about origins, about destinies, but Alfonso does not manage to position himself in the arrow of time, the situation seems to him an echo of something that had already happened, even without remembering what comes after or what came before this that is now happening. Only one sentence manages to thread, there is a woman he wants to find, he has lost her in the avatars of time, will it be enough to shut him up? Alfonso chooses not to say more, loses interest in the conversation and soon falls into a deep sleep.

The space is occupied, how to enter?

Among the veils of dreams, a car appears in the middle of the road, a woman opens up whole, her skin falls on the passenger seat, a flower emerges, a thorny rose, the stems grow and the thorns occupy the entire interior space of the vehicle.

Alfonso opens his eyes in fear, the young man takes the canister, tries to snatch it from his hands, forces him to stand up and fight, but why fight?

Better to let go.

Alfonso reflects and the forces he leaves aside, his body now moves thanks to the strength of the young man, the thrust pushes him towards the flames with the canister held in his arms. The touch of the fire and the explosion, as intense as sunlight, envelops him in flames. Alfonso bears the pain in silence, lets himself be burned, embraces the flames like old friends who come to guide him, angels who come down from the sky to illuminate the path. The fire is extinguished after a while, Alfonso’s body stiff, his eyes lost in the blink of the stars that receive him once more and beyond, beyond the most extensive and darkest depth, he knows that everything will start again.

The first rays of the sun timidly illuminate the contour of the desert and tickle Alfonso’s charred fingers. He agonizes, it is difficult for him to breathe, every breath burns him inside, every exhalation as if it were a nail in his chest. He remains still, almost does not feel anything, does not feel the movement of the sand around him, does not feel those beings that return to the surface hungry, in search of food, and that find him lying down, helpless. There will be two, then three, and soon more than twenty snakes sliding through the sand toward the burnt body. The feast begins. Teeth like fine needles tearing the flesh until they are satiated. The snakes finish eating the flesh and return to the sand. Later, a couple of vultures circles the sky over the charred body, taking their time before descending. A peck and another piece of meat is separated from the bone. The vultures devour every muscle with surgical precision, including the eyes and guts. Then they return to the skies and get lost on the horizon. After a while, a family of beetles makes its way through the sand, reaches the immobile body and takes its share. The days pass and only bones remain.

XI
And Alfonso? Where is he? Alfonso is in the snakes that roam the desert, he is in the vultures that sail the skies, he is in the beetles that bury themselves in the earth. But Alfonso wants to free himself, the desire to return to that place that he hardly remembers anymore, that place that keeps calling him, persists like the light of the stars. With great effort he manages to free himself from the flesh that imprisons him, helped by the fact that it almost disintegrates in the stomach of the beings that fed on him. One more effort and his soul separates entirely from the material, then he falls, falls as he has fallen before, as the stars collapse and separate in spite of all efforts to endure. But Alfonso does not want to be part of the history of the universe; his desire is to return to his memories, to retain them. And every time the galaxies collapse and everything begins again, he returns, countless times and under a thousand forms. At the beginning it is difficult for him, he can only be geometrical figures, he is a triangle embedded in a grain of sand, he is a cube, traveling in a beam of light, between the reflections of the dunes and the sun. A car passes by the road, a thundering music throws waves through the air, changing the nature of all things, even of himself and now Alfonso is part of a song, a specific strophe “stay with her”, “stay with her” is repeated like a mantra throughout the song and someone listens, but the sound waves last as long as a blink of an eye and that is not enough for Alfonso. Again at the end of the universe and back again. This time as a drop of rain that falls in a spring at the beginning of his life and then is taken, encapsulated in a bottle of water. The same drop that slips gracefully through a woman’s lips and manages to calm her nervousness in a tense situation, Alfonso remembers the happiness, but he wants more, he is not satisfied. This time he is a fly that is born on the putrid flesh of a corpse, as soon as his eyes meet the rays of the sun, his adventure through the air begins. He flaps his wings in search of an aroma that he can barely perceive, which is only an illusion at the beginning, but which, with each movement, grows in intensity. After having lost half of his life in the journey, the fly finds the origin of the aroma that drives him forward. The turbulence of the wind prevents him from advancing, it moves him in all directions. But the fly does not let himself be intimidated; he has been a man, has taken a life, has been robbed of his life, has traveled this existence countless times, the wind is not a rival, it is itself in another age. This is how he lets himself go and soon finds himself in the cabin of a car, amazed by the man and the woman who now talk and laugh inside. He approaches the man and, with all his strength, shouts at him not to waste time, that destiny can be cruel in the same way that men are or have been. But the man does not listen; the fly flies through the air once more, and goes around both looking for some solution. He does not find it; tired he stops at the mouth of the bottle, where he recognizes himself in the form of a drop of rain. Distraction prevents him from seeing the woman’s hand until it is too late, life is lost again. Again the end of the universe and the man returns as an animal, a fox that ventures into the desert dunes, that hunts snakes and faces vultures, that fights to stay alive long enough. Until a thundering sound changes the nature of things, “stay with me” is repeated and the fox knows that the time has come. One look is enough to change the life of the man who until then was walking the dark spaces of his own consciousness and then the epiphany, be an idea. The universe collapses and begins again, this time Alfonso is born from the vision of man, a set of synapses, of electrochemical impulses that form the powerful image of the majestic fox in the middle of the desert sands, a sticky idea that later translates into words that travel through the air and enter her ears.

XII

Amelia settles into the seat and closes her eyes, falling into a deep sleep. It is a calm dream, like the belly of a whale, warm and protective. Through the thick mist of her restful consciousness appears the image of a man walking along the road. It is Alfonso returning with a jerry can of gasoline in his hands. Amelia watches him from the window and smiles, their glances cross and they recognize each other as if only minutes had passed since they last saw each other. Alfonso arrives at the car and tells Amelia that he has found the can lying on the side of the road, which has been a miracle. She stretches to get rid of the laziness and gets out to stretch her legs for a while. Alfonso fills the pond with fuel, stares at Amelia, and can’t help but smile.

Something has ended.

Alfonso forgets everything else and returns to the car, Amelia enters with him.

Shall we go?

Shall we go? Amelia asks cheerfully.

Alfonso nods, turns the key and the engine starts. The car advances towards the horizon, where the desert ends.

Eternal Dream (Part I)

I

sands, once calm, rises in the midst of the turbulence, a cloud of dust that forms in the middle of the road and separates the desert into two large extensions of space, as wide as the eye can see. A translucent curtain that follows the movement of the car that’s speeding through the place. Through the open window, on the driver’s side, the thunders of rock music escape.

  • “Stay with me, stay with me”.

Is the chorus of the song that accompanies Alfonso’s journey and the reasons why he travels through the lonely desert are the same ones that imprint speed to his movement. Situations, decisions, reasons that have led him to dispense with memories as much as possible, in the manner of modern streams of thoughts that try to separate the person from timelines different from the present continuous.

  • “Stay with me, stay with me”.

The song ends and another one of less intensity begins. The stifling heat of midday merges with the heaviness of the new tune, too melancholic, too “trip back in time” to endure. Alfonso’s gaze escapes to the desert, to the dunes, all different from each other. There, he meets a curious figure that catches his attention, a small fox that stands in the sand and watches the passing of the car. Alfonso crosses glances with the animal and, in doing so, something awakens inside him, a diffuse idea, but one that will never leave him again.

  • How is it possible that such a small being can survive in an environment as dangerous as a desert?

The question leads him to bow to the fox as he passes by its side, before losing sight of it completely. Looking ahead, Alfonso is propelled forward with a new attitude, the lines on the road now appear as arrows indicating a different path, his hands cling to the wheel and hope fills his heart. And then, something else happens, the road reveals yet another curious figure. It’s a young woman carrying a backpack almost as big as herself. A backpacker who has ventured into the desert, perhaps from as far away as the city. The revelation leads him to experience a series of sensations that he had decided to escape from, when leaving the city. He wonders about the woman’s motives, about the purpose of her journey, he also wonders about the protocol to be followed in cases like these. Is it legal to continue advancing without assisting her? A quick review of the situation leads him to conclude that the woman will probably have to walk a long way before finding someone else who can help her, having travelled for more than four hours without having seen anyone else. But Alfonso doesn’t make any decisions, since she is the one who raises her hand and thumb, an international sign for help. Alfonso fixes his gaze on the raised finger and immediately feels tied to an unspoken contract between two people, the rational response leads him to ask.

  • How long have I been transformed into such a robot?

There is no answer. In the midst of the tribulation, Alfonso stops the car, practically automatically, by the side of the road. She approaches smiling, advancing at a slight trot until she reaches the co-pilot’s window and introduces herself, her name, Amelia. Alfonso introduces himself and the two look at each other for the first time. In her eyes, he finds traces of that same melancholy that has led him to travel alone through the desert, although he doesn’t dare say anything about it. He invites her into the car, however, Amelia asks to put the backpack in the trunk. An obvious one, Alfonso thinks to himself and gets out of the vehicle to help. Between the two of them, they manage to find the right way to put the backpack inside the trunk, smiling once more, in that awkward way that people who barely know each other usually behave. The car goes on the road once more and Alfonso asks Amelia why is she walking alone in the desert. Amelia laughs at the situation, calling it “an uncomfortable situation. She then explains her reasons with a series of evasions and generalizations that don’t provide much information. Alfonso prefers not to delve into the subject, surely it’s something difficult to talk about. Now it’s her turn to ask the same question and his turn to respond with the same generalizations and evasions. Even so, it has been about thirty minutes since they both met and neither of them knows anything about the other yet, except that they act in the same way when meeting new people. An uncomfortable silence separates them a little more and it’s then that Amelia makes the decision to make a confession, to exorcise the demons that are already taking over the minds of both of them. She says that she was part of a group of people with whom she has parted ways after an argument. She then says not being sure what has led her to travel with these people in the first place. Perhaps she has let herself be carried away, she reflects, by the intentions of others and, after waking up to reality, she has not been able to come to terms with her companions. A failure of her, she criticizes, for the lack of conviction in the democratic way and in the end this has been what has left her wandering alone in the desert.

  • Reality? – Alfonso asks.
  • Yes, reality is that all of this is just a dream. – She answers and goes off laughing.
    Alfonso remains silent; he really can’t process her last sentence.
  • It was a joke. – Amelia breaks the spell.

Alfonso remains thinking for a few seconds, did he really think that everything could be a dream? Shame leads him to move the focus of attention elsewhere.

  • What kind of argument leads a group of people to abandon another person in the middle of the desert?

Amelia quickly reaffirms the point, it was her decision. An impulse without thinking through, he assumes, glad on the fact that he is not an impulsive person. He assumes that this character trait puts him above her, for isn’t it he who is helping her and not the other way around? Amelia feels the fluctuation of power and decides to level things out, to recover that mystique that surrounded her when Alfonso knew nothing about her. She decides to reformulate the initial question, having answered her part previously, she assumes that Alfonso will have the moral obligation to return the gesture. It’s a question that Alfonso cannot avoid in any way

  • What is a young man doing traveling alone on the road?
  • I prefer to travel alone, I like solitude.

Lies, Alfonso is burdened with loneliness, but he has become accustomed to it, driven by distrust of other people, which forbids him to do things like travel with a group of strangers through the desert and then dare to leave them stranded, citing his own conviction of being right, imposing, perhaps, innocent tyranny before falling into just oppression. Could he have defended himself to them in the same way? An almost imperceptible movement of his right eye leads him to become obsessed with Amelia’s Machiavellian smile. Amelia feels at ease, she has achieved her goal. It is Alfonso who has problems now, an almost uncontrollable desire not to have picked her up, to turn back time and be alone again, seize him. Paradoxical, and he realizes, to desire loneliness, to obtain it and then to hate it. Isn’t that the story of his life? Tribulations that lead him to press the accelerator pedal more strongly and to take a deep breath next to the window opening, movements that Amelia perceives positively as irritation. She prefers to keep silent and look out the window to get lost in the strange shapes that the sand draws in the wind.

  • They are like emotions – she thinks. Drawings of a reality that does not usually last.

And then it happens, the car body starts to vibrate strongly and an agonizing screech announces the last breath of the engine. The red warning light comes on seconds before the disaster. The car slides lifelessly for a few more meters and ends up stopped at the side of the road. Can thoughts change the course of time? Amelia wonders and wishes she hadn’t thought the last thing she thought. The dial tone resonates intermittently, Alfonso assumes first that he will not be answered, in his mind exploring the worst possible situations he will have to face if the call does not come through. Amelia waits in silence, her firm belief is that this is not the time to further disrupt the cosmic energies that have decided to abandon both of them in the middle of the desert. The device seems to work, the call connects and Alfonso explains the present situation to the person on the other end of the line. A solution, there’s a gas station a few miles ahead, difficult to know how many, the person confesses, because of the lack of distinctive signs between the dunes, the lack of geographical reference points and the inexperience, both Alfonso and Amelia’s, to position themselves on the planet without the help of external agents such as a compass or good orientation. The next call seems more hopeful, Alfonso manages to communicate with the gas station, he repeats the misfortune once again, although this time the story is less dramatic. In any case, the message achieves the desired effect, the woman on the other end of the line indicates that they can approach the car. However, depending on the position they are in, the operation could take a few hours. Alfonso accepts the proposal and appreciates the concern of all involved, without hiding the disappointment of a city person, used to agile solutions and short waiting times. Amelia senses the bad news by looking at Alfonso’s facial expressions; she prefers not to ask about it. She concentrates on his dry lips and on the memory of the bottle of water she has kept in her backpack a few minutes before meeting him in the middle of the desert. She gets out of the vehicle and takes a deep breath, the fresh air leads her to accept what she has not wanted to ask about, the rescue will take time. Having tried the bottle, she returns to the interior of the car. A big sip of water is enough to bring back a smile and to infect Alfonso with it. Amelia offers him the bottle and they both laugh at the current situation, they feel freed from an invisible burden that they now understand has been largely caused by the reluctance of both to say anything. Alfonso admits that this whole trip through the desert could have been a mistake, that he is not an impulsive person, but that he really needed a break from everyday life. Amelia nods sympathetically as she receives the bottle of water back.

  • Isn’t that why people go on vacation?

She asks and Alfonso nods, both smiling again and exhaling deeply. The conversation flows uninterruptedly for a long time, during which time a fly begins to move around inside the car, almost unnoticed by any of them. The fly ends up resting on the edge of the bottle for so long that, when Amelia becomes aware of its presence, she cannot avoid, almost reflexively, moving it with her hand, hitting it so hard that she ends up knocking it down. A nervous laughter leads her to hide the guilt she feels for having ended a life, something that catches Alfonso’s attention. Amelia wipes the bottle and takes another sip of water, this time she doesn’t manage to calm down.

  • Live in such a way that your actions pay the debt.

Alfonso remembers the quote from some movie he has seen, Amelia picks up the body of the fly and keeps it on a piece of paper. Both remain silent out of respect for the deceased and then let it rest, burying it in the desert sands. Amelia asks Alfonso to say a few words

  • Fly, we didn’t know you and I want you to know that none of us wanted you to die. It’s just that life is so fragile. As someone once said, life is a blink and death is an eternity. I think you are in a better place.

The wind picks up a thin layer of sand and gains some intensity, Alfonso and Amelia decide to go back inside the car. A short time later, Amelia feels the first signs of fatigue, first a faint yawn, then a long one. The heaviness of the sunset settles on her eyelids that fall without control, Amelia says goodbye for the moment and settles down on the seat, using a sweatshirt as a pillow she manages to find a comfortable position and closes her eyes, soon after she falls asleep.