Somewhere in a parallel universe, on a full moon night, in a place called home, there were two brothers. They lived simple lives as monks, immersed in deep meditation and their true nature. One night, as they fell asleep, they both dreamed the same dream.
In the dream, there was a city beneath a great mountain, alongside a vast river. The city offered endless opportunities to engage with life—so many that they completely forgot where their true home was. Trying to find meaning in this new reality, they became entangled in seeking pleasure and fun, while also battling unavoidable people and situations.
Years passed, and they built new identities, learning to play their roles perfectly. Time flew by, and eventually, they began to wonder: *Is this all there is to life? How can I improve myself? Where can I find deeper meaning?*
One day, a stranger—clearly not from their world—arrived in the city to give a public lecture. Yet in truth, he had come only for the two brothers. They were deeply drawn to his presence; it somehow felt familiar. His words resonated with them, and they began studying his teachings, searching for hidden wisdom.
After a few years, during a nature walk, they sat down to rest. One of them opened his notebook upside-down, and there, a clear mark appeared: they needed to connect letters in the shape of a Star of David. When they circled the chosen letters, a sentence emerged—one that rewrote their programming:
— Y-O-U A-R-E D-R-E-A-M-I-N-G. T-I-M-E T-O W-A-K-E U-P! —
The alarm clock started to ring, signaling that it was time to begin the morning ritual. At the same moment, memories from the monk's life began to resurface—like bubbles bursting from a freshly opened bottle of mineral water. The memories of the dream went unnoticed, fading into oblivion, and were replaced by what was now called real life.
They began to wake up in their room, as if only one day had passed, even though an entire lifetime had unfolded within that dream. They started preparing for the morning ritual, and as always, just before the sitting meditation, they came and bowed before their master.
This time, however, the master silently handed one of them a piece of paper. The paper looked very old, almost ancient. The monk quietly placed the paper in his pocket as he got ready for meditation. Just before closing his eyes, he took a quick glance at the paper. It showed a drawing of the Star of David, as if drawn by a child.
At that moment, the meditation session began. When it ended, everything seemed normal and real—except for one thing: the two monks were missing from their seats. Yet no one seemed to notice, and the rest of the monks calmly proceeded to breakfast.
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