The Murmur of God: Eternal Damnation

I am not visible to everyone's eyes. I am not perceptible to anyone's touch. But you can feel me... Disconnect from your reality and lose yourself. Lose yourself in my story. And live through me, some moments of my life - of lives.Weep with me for all the sadness, suffering, and pain that has befallen me and others. Smile with joy, happiness, hope, letting yourself be infected by the slightest unconscious stimulus, hidden in each of my stories.Be startled, feel your heart racing, your breathing quickening in the face of suspense, tension, shock, and the uncertainty of the plot.Reflect on the reflection and, to yourself: agree, disagree, look beyond the obvious and discover more about yourself, about me, about others.As you approach the end, you will feel surrendered, more connected, involved and attached to me, in perfect harmony. At that moment, I will be closer to you, and who knows if my presence will not be felt - by a slight shiver down your neck, a whisper disguised in the silence, or by an indistinct cloudy countenance. However, it may just be a figment of your imagination.I am, specifically, a French aristocrat who lived during the early decades of the 20th century, a period full of events that marked the history of humanity, as well as my own life. I was born damned and, out of desperation, I died damned, perpetuating my damnation for eternity.