When the monastery opened no one could imagine, who would come to the door.
Only one monk had a slight hope.
Like a vigil candle that hadn’t gone out.
He had never forgotten the acts.
These that had changed the world.
It was these he had in mind when in front of the gate he recognized a human.
He felt the spirit immediately.
So he had returned.
And he hadn’t deserted him in oblivion.
That monk was a hermit.
And he was responsible for the library.
The legendary library with the holy texts had no secret for him.
But now the friend was coming.
The friend from the past.
The Thousand year Man.
Peter was smiling again.
The future memory had come.