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Prologue
"Ghosts of the Abyss" – is a world of abstraction woven with a complex form of surrealism. It's difficult to determine what is true in these stories, what is fiction, and what is a symbiosis of the two. Some argue that these stories are nothing more than hallucinations, generated by the cells of a dying consciousness. It's a unique flow of allegories and profound metaphors, captured in portraits of the passengers of the "unsinkable Titanic," and more.Why 40, you ask? Perhaps it's more than just a number when considered in the context of superstitions in various cultures and beliefs. I think I'll leave it to you, dear readers, to discover the answer for yourselves. I hope this book will resonate not only with those familiar with the story of the ill-fated voyage, but also serve as a starting point for those unfamiliar with the Titanic and its passengers.
Анатолий Петоян - Anatoliy Petoyan – Ghosts of the Abyss: Titanic
This book is a tribute to the eminent journalist and spiritualist William Thomas Stead, who died on board the Titanic in 1912."
1. "My Dear Beatrice. I seem as faceless as this ocean, as fragmented as this rusty hulk buried at the bottom of the sea, a long-forgotten shipwreck without markings. My bones are signals rising to the surface, reflecting from the abyss. Alas, over the years they have become covered in rust, and the signals have become intermittent, with a noticeable frequency. Perhaps these are signs of my permeated indifference to Caitlin? Has her soul rotted over time, like mine? Perhaps the answer is known to these damned wrecks in which I am imprisoned. The shadow of my consciousness tirelessly beats out the remnants of a long-rotted manipulator, still sending these signals to all those who did not hear the call for help on that fateful night. My naked nervous system is an antenna, transmitting signals across the darkness of the perilous abyss. I will direct its summit for you; I will leave fragments of radio waves at the foot of my tombstone. You will need them in the ruins of chaos, so that when the time comes, you can find me."
2. "Why is the seabed so calm? It beckons me to walk its surface; but I already know it will crack beneath my feet and drag me down. The ruins of this giant, frozen in time, have withstood years of storms, and now, deprived of the tides, they stand unmoving, like crushed and mutilated, empty temples. One day, I will try to escape them. I will search among its wreckage for your traces, apparently swallowed by sea creatures."
3. "For years, hobbling my spirit through the bowels of a giant, I can’t help but wonder: why are we here? Where is the truth for which we all came here? My boots are filled with soot and silt, and my pockets are completely empty. Perhaps they became empty when I was in the grip of dreams? Doubtful. After all, what meaning is there in dreams for those who shovel all the pain of this world into lonely, long-extinguished cauldrons, forgetting their own imperishable fears and grievances. My pain is you, and your bitter tears on my decayed bones remind me even more of its infinity. In the hold of the wrecked ship, I found what must have been twenty-one tons of glossy paint. Perhaps they were importing it. But I will give it a purpose: I will paint on the wreck the symbols and signs of our catastrophe. With their incomparable luminescent power, they will reflect from the depths to the sky, so that everyone in this doomed world will know that even death is filled with beauty and life. I will leave these signs for you as well. I am confident you will recognize them when you are ready."
