Chapter 16
The Gazelle's True Meaning
She interprets the green and blue gazelle not as an external entity, but as a vibrant manifestation of her own inner potential and desires.
Danguolė sat by the window, her breath fogging the glass, a familiar feeling of quiet contemplation settling over her. The Kaunas archives, with their comforting scent of old paper and forgotten ink, had always been her sanctuary. But lately, another place had begun to call to her, a place far beyond the dusty shelves and whispered histories – the vast, star-dusted expanse of the cosmos. She would spend hours gazing at the night sky, imagining herself charting unknown galaxies, her mind a universe of its own.
For a long time, Danguolė had seen herself as Solomon, a figure of immense wisdom, capable of solving any riddle, of knowing all the answers. She’d imagined herself sitting on a grand throne, dispensing judgments with a serene smile. But a subtle, persistent whisper had begun to echo in her thoughts, a gentle but insistent truth: You are not Solomon anymore. This realization had been unsettling, like a beloved map suddenly showing unfamiliar territory. If she wasn't Solomon, then who was she?
It was on one of these contemplative afternoons, lost in the liminal space between the earthly archives and the celestial unknowns, that she had seen it. A flash, so quick she almost doubted her eyes. Then, a clearer vision: a creature of impossible grace, a gazelle shimmering with hues of emerald green and sapphire blue. It moved with a fluid elegance, its hooves barely disturbing the air, and from its very being emanated a melody, a song that seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of her being. It wasn't a song of words, but of pure feeling, of wonder and a deep, resonant joy.
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