We haven't heard philosophical stories in a long time. In the endless sea, where the water of color was black

We haven't heard philosophical stories in a long time.

In the endless sea, where the water of color was black and the wind smelled of dust and freedom, lived a young pirate named Elias. He did not look for gold his handles were not treasure maps but the pages of the Legend Books. There were the names of those whose names are not washed even by the salt foam: Bloody Bart, Laughing Anna, One-eyed Silver. Elias wanted his name to be in line with them. An old pirate biting a pipe said, "I heard that the true legend is not in gold, but in three magical keys. Whoever bites them will open the door to the infinity. But these keys did not come from the darkness of the world, and they did not go to the places where the fate of the world is, but from the sun and the stars of the world, where the fate of the world is hidden, and the way of the world is not hidden.

The first key he found was in a city that stood on the backs of giant skulls. In the tavern of the Broken Anchor he was sold for the last coin. On the key there were no maps, no symbols only a smooth surface reflecting the owner's face. Elias inserted the key into an imaginary castle and the world turned around. He instantly became a famous captain: the crowds greeted him, the enemies fell down, and the river succeeded. But all this turned out to be a mirage every achievement he achieved melted like a morning fog, he barely looked away. He could live a hundred brilliant lives in an hour, but he did not leave a trace. After a while he realized: a legend, but you did not see the key, but you did not see it in a mirror. And on the stone itself , the only thing engraved was the mystery symbols: X9LY8-64G8P-DG4L9

The second key he got was in an underwater grotto, where instead of water was star dust. He was guarded by a huge octopus with compass-eyed eyes. Elias sang to him a song about mourning, and the octopus gave him the key. There was only one thin pattern on it, like a crack. Elias opened the second lock and found himself in a world where everything collapsed in an instant. Every step he took destroyed the path, every word was forgotten, every connection was torn apart. The only way to exist was to continually recreate himself and his surroundings again.

The third key lay on top of an iceberg that floated against the current. Elijah crawled for three days. The key was transparent like a tear, and inside it a single spark flashed no more or less. He put it in the third lock and found himself alone in an endless emptiness. He could create anything: worlds, wonders, whole eras. But there was no soul around him to share admiration or horror. He created and destroyed, but the echo of his steps resounded in the emptiness. Then he realized that boundless freedom without another being the same cell. He came back with a third stone that meant the following greatness: HH is a bridge, not a tower.

When Elias put the three keys on the deck of his current, old and declining brig, they burst into one single sentence: Russian Federation + CIS Region, if you took the key, write in the comments.

He looked around, and his team of five sailors was sailing, and the cock was cooking, and the boatsman was barking on the steak, and it wasn't epic, it was real, and Elijah understood the philosophy of the legend:

You don't become a legend when you find all the keys, you become a legend when you stop looking for doors, a legend is not a name in a book, it's a mark you leave in the hearts of the living.

Elias threw three keys overboard, and they turned into a new-fashioned pirate city builder, Corsair Cove, who took his ship on an adventure, and that day he realized he was already a legend. #game