Raiyokan and the Fibonacci Sequence

Chapter 1: Intruder in the Shadows of the Church

To my surprise, he pointed out features that were not part of Niemeyer's unmistakable signature but traits belonging to the sanctuary I had visited in the depths of the Raiyokans, as if he were sharing an experience that only I had known.

At first, I was tempted to laugh at the coincidence, to believe it was all chance. However, my laughter vanished when I heard the name of the church pronounced in a way that resonated deeply within my soul: "Shinten" — a name that few on Earth should know, but one I knew as if inscribed in my essence.

When I asked how he knew this name, his answer gave me chills. He had seen the church in his dreams, a place transcending the barriers of space and time, existing in a distant world. It was then that our dialogue deepened:

— Sorry to interrupt, but I can't help but ask how such a distant and mysterious sanctuary connects with your life here. — I asked, curious.

He smiled, his eyes meeting mine, and began to speak about his journey.

— Life in the community here in Belo Horizonte is full of challenges many don't understand.

— What do you mean?

— Growing up among the shadows of society is like living in two distinct universes, one visible to common eyes and another hidden from everyday life. — He paused for a moment, as if recalling intense experiences.

— The church, for me, is more than concrete and engineering art. It is a refuge, a place where the uniqueness of my existence finds some meaning.

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard his words. He had shared a part of his soul, something deeply personal. Intrigued, I continued the conversation.

— Uniqueness? What do you mean by that?

— In the suburb, I am just another, trying to survive daily adversities. But when I am here, in the church, something inside me lights up. I feel a connection to something greater, something beyond the harsh routine of life.

I absorbed his words with a mix of curiosity and admiration, trying to imagine what his life must be like.

— The name "Shinten" is not just a word to me. It's a message from a dream, a vision greater than time and space. — He revealed, increasing my curiosity.

— Could you tell me more about this dream?

— In my dream, I walk through a work similar to this church, uncovering secrets that somehow are intertwined with my reality here.

Hearing about his dreams made my journey as a Raiyokan seem even more complex. There was a palpable connection between us, something beyond my understanding. As he shared his challenges and visions, I found myself increasingly involved in the plot unfolding before us.

Those words echoed in my ears, and the confusion turned into an overwhelming feeling of insecurity. The church that represented my journey in the Raiyokan universe, now mentioned by someone who apparently had never crossed the boundaries of our universe, could not be mere coincidence. Yet, my rational mind resisted accepting this inexplicable connection.

I remained silent, watching him who now seemed wrapped in his own thoughts, and the feeling that something was unfolding kept growing. My journey was far from over, and the enigma now enveloping me was only the beginning of a quest for answers.

Then his distant gaze, like a window to the unknown, acquired an intensity that unsettled me. His eyes, once lost, seemed to penetrate directly into my soul, as if reading the secrets within me. A chill ran through me again, and my thoughts tangled in confusion.

With a firm step toward me, he uttered words like an ancestral whisper. It was the Litsu language, the tongue of the Raiyokan warriors, a language only I should understand. His words, laden with hidden meanings, resonated in my mind from my almost immemorial times.

"There is something in you...," he began, and his tone was scrambled, as if trying to unravel something that tormented him. "Our lives are linked in a way I cannot explain. You, Diego, carry the burden of a secret, just like I do."

My mind was invaded by a whirlwind of emotions. Confusion surrounded me, and my understanding began to fragment. I knew this meeting was not a coincidence; something inexplicable was happening, and the young man seemed to hold secrets I did not comprehend. My dual identity, the connection with the Raiyokans and the earthly realm, was a game now unfolding in a disconcerting way.

Before I could begin to grasp his words, the young man staggered before my eyes. Incoherent words flowed from his lips in an uninterrupted stream, a bizarre dance between two languages. Portuguese and Litsu alternated strangely, as if two souls occupied the same body, each struggling to express itself. How was this possible? My rational mind tried to find an equation but miserably failed in the face of that reality.

At the moment when confusion reached its peak, the roar of an ambulance approached; the crowd was already frightened and focused on the young man. Hurried men emerged, carrying the youth in his stupor to be treated by doctors. The siren echoed across the pond, moving away but leaving behind an atmosphere of mystery.

However, to the casual observers who witnessed that scene, the boy was just a local community resident, perhaps struggling with mental challenges incomprehensible to most. His words, at first, sounded like mere incoherencies. But I, the only witness who understood the meaning behind those words, carried the weight of this perception.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was not suffering from a mental disturbance, for the Litsu language was articulated with mastery that only someone who commanded it could achieve.

I saw in him a virtue, an understanding beyond the earthly, something I could not explain. This connection between an unpretentious young man and my reincarnated life blurred the lines separating these worlds. This event was beyond my comprehension.

I was left alone, wrapped in my reflections and questions, the repetition of that figure's words lingering in my mind. And, in the silence of the church, a question challenged me, a question threatening to consume my thoughts: "Was this connection not just with me, after all?"