Who will fly into your window?

FIRST: ...The sound of something heavy falling onto the windowsill... A large shadow covered the room... And when you sharply turned your head towards the window, expecting something terrible, you saw... A gray Pegasus, standing right on your windowsill... It gently swayed its beautiful bluish-gray wings and waved its silvery, wavy tail... It was so beautiful that you were stunned. It was very similar to those ordinary horses, graceful creatures that you always liked, but there was something in it that greatly distinguished it from them and made its appearance even more extraordinary... And on the Pegasus sat a rider – a young man, something in his face attracted you... But then he left the saddle, jumped to the floor, and approached you. You took a closer look at him. He looked to be about twenty years old, but gray hair was already clearly visible in his ashen hair. His face was unremarkable; it seemed that it could easily get lost in the general gray mass of city faces – sharp-nosed, very pale and thin, sunken cheeks, wrinkles etched on his forehead from gloom and heavy thoughts, large bruises under his eyes... But his eyes... They were also gray, but... So bright, burning, alive... Shining... You wanted to drown in these eyes, or at least look at them forever. Your guest was dressed in a light gray silk cloak, matching everything else... Your attention was drawn to another detail – a feather was behind the man's ear... A writer's feather. It glowed as if it were phosphorescent, and it slowly changed its color – all the colors of the rainbow, all the shades... "Good night to you..." the guest began. And you gasped – the voice of the Pegasus rider was incredibly pleasant... Quiet, but noticeably strong and beautiful... "You weren't expecting guests tonight, I know. But it happened. You see, someone told me something very pleasant... That there is a very interesting person in your city, with whom I should talk... As you understand, this person is you. I came to take you with me tonight. And I want to listen to your words all this beautiful night... You write, don't you?... Believe me, I would really like to listen to you. And also tell you about something you could never imagine... I will tell you about the beautiful... I will tell you about the truth... How I found you is not important. But know that as soon as I saw you, I knew it was you..." A dreamy half-smile appeared on his face. "Of course, I'm not going to force you to come with me... If you don't want to, you don't have to, although I will be very sorry..." And you immediately assured your guest that you would gladly go with him tonight. Together, you mounted his winged horse and flew away. And everything was as he promised – you spent the night in some park, where the Pegasus brought you, and you read poems to each other, talked about the beautiful, about the truth, philosophized, and dreamed... When dawn began to fall on the city, the Pegasus brought you back to your room. As a farewell, your guest gave you a book with blank pages... He said: "Now write down everything you would like to say to me, or tell me... Because we will probably not see each other again." And they merged with the bluish morning sky, barely flying out the window. You fell into a deep and peaceful sleep... And when you woke up, you thought that such dreams should be written down... You rummaged through your things for a long time, looking for paper or a notebook, but then you found a book with blank pages under your pillow... And the certainty that it was a dream vanished in an instant. ;) SECOND: ...Sophia, Queen of the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom... ...For a moment, gray clouds of smoke envelop the room, and a fog hangs before your eyes. But the smoke dissipates... And you see a woman in front of you. She is about thirty years old. She has fiery red hair, reddish-orange, small, unruly curls framing her forehead. Light green eyes look thoughtful and melancholic, wise beyond her years. Or is it just at first glance?... It seems that there is also friendliness in them... She is wearing a modest cream-colored dress, like the kind young teachers wear at school. On her curly red head, you don't immediately notice a thin hoop that glows with a warm light. This is a royal crown. The Queen stood before you and ran her hand through your hair, like a caring mother... You involuntarily feel how incredible power is contained in this touch, what authority is concentrated in these hands. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sophia Sazh, Queen of the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom." The Queen looked intently into your eyes. "I found you. Of course, you can ask why you, and not others. And I will answer you. But nevertheless, I am sure that there is no need for this question. You yourself know the answer to this question. Have you ever noticed how strangely people around you look at you? Have you ever realized that you can do something that they cannot?... Don't be embarrassed. Because that's the way it is. In addition, not all people can be wise and gifted. Everyone has their own. Yes, you are fundamentally different. It took no effort at all to single you out from the crowd, to notice you in it. It was more difficult to bring you here... But it worked. Because you are wise and intelligent – that's what sets you apart. And to degrade among the mass that surrounds you... I don't want that for you. Don't lose your gift. I must reward you. I will do it. You came to save a creature... That is suffering. Yes, he is smart, wise, and talented, just like you... He is a writer, a poet, and a philosopher. But people are so stupid that they cannot understand what he writes to them. He brought a novel to the publishing house, and they refused to publish it. He destroyed it, burned it. And now he cannot find peace. But YOU, YOU will save him today..." From the dark corner of the room, footsteps were heard. A young man with early gray hair and large, sad gray eyes came out to you... He led a bluish Pegasus by the reins. He looked at you without looking away, his lips moved silently, saying the words "Thank you, thank you..." Sophia approached him: "It's time for us. Thankful listeners and readers await you in the First Royamsko-Sorsellier Kingdom." She turned to you. "And you need to choose one of two paths. Only you can decide..." Smoke enveloped the faces of the Queen and the writer... And dissipated in the night fog behind your window. Cold air blew in from the window... Dawn. The clock reads 05:34... And on your desk lies a book... On the gray cover, the inscription: "Le Roman sur la vérité". ============= P.S. Le Roman sur la vérité - A Novel about Truth. P.P.S. The truth is with me! I will reveal the truth to everyone!