Romans & histoires Heart Of Darkness Joseph Conrad

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

Would they accept this situation? Lewis continued to ignore Conrad with his eyes still closed. Conrad sighed and fell silent. He continued to drive through the rain-sprinkled night. The car soon disappeared into the darkness. In a certain room, Josephine woke up from a long and dark slumber. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the snowy white ceiling. She couldn't tell whether she was dead or not. Her memories were still stuck in the heavy snow, but she wasn't at Styx Mansion.

He didn’t even know where the light switch was. He instinctively wanted to open the door and tell Priscilla to switch on the light but realized that the door could no longer be opened. Someone had locked it from the other side. He kicked the door before cursing in the darkness, his back against the door. In the darkness, a human’s other senses would be heightened. Conrad suddenly felt something in front of him. He narrowed his amber eyes. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he spotted a shadow in front of him. He wasn’t sure if it was a human or something else.

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

It pulsed with a dark light, a heartbeat, a rhythm that matched my own. "The heart," I whispered. I approached the door. The shadows grew closer, their whispers filling the air. "Turn back." "You do not belong here." "You will be lost." "You will never return." I ignored them. I placed my hand on the door, and it opened. Beyond the door, there was a chamber. It was vast, filled with pillars of obsidian. In the center, on a pedestal of bone, there was a heart. It was black, pulsing with dark light, beating with a rhythm that was not quite human.

Out of all the emotions that she felt, the shock was the most prominent among them… Shifting her eyes to the emotionless face that kept on watching her, it made her heart skip a beat. He meant it. Every single word. His eyes, however, gleamed with a quiet, unsettling darkness. Watching him, a sense of premonition crept into her mind, slow and unrelenting. The thoughts swallowed her whole, pulling her deeper into an endless darkness. As her gaze lifted to his emotionless face, her heart faltered for a moment. Their eyes locked. He scrutinised her.

I was engulfed in darkness; my heart hammered against my chest and my body trembled violently. “Please…” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not here to harm anyone…” The lights turned on, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Once my eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, I realized we were inside a bedroom. I turned to find Conrad leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest. He assessed me, his eyes tracking my every movement.

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

Conrad, looking annoyed, was about to light up his second cigar… Just then, one of his subordinates felt his ear tingle. He looked into the distance with his telescope. “Mr. Conrad! Look at that!” he exclaimed, gasping. Conrad instinctively looked over, and saw something resembling a meteor traveling down in the dark sky. “Is that a meteor? Why is it so big?” Before Conrad could take a picture for his mistress, the “meteor” kept expanding until it became a human figure—the figure could be seen crossing his arms in the air.