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The memories are explained better and more in more detail later in the story.
Actually, I'm thinking about writing the later part in a short story that runs next to this one, but I'm not so sure about that yet.

Well, I don't want to stop you for long and wish you a lot of fun on my ninth night ^^

I remember very well how Alayna showed Sheba and me the special people from her life.
They were people who showed her that there were also some who did not want to take advantage of someone who was powerful.
However, there was one of them who first gave her the feeling of the family and then stole it again, destroying her world in the end and killing the man she had loved above all else.
What we were not told at the time, however, was that this one person, since their world ceased to exist, persecuted them for decades and tried to wipe them out.
"What did you do when you left the world?" I asked her, so she looked at me and then over to Aladdin.
"I was in the Sacred Place," she said.
"Show it to us. Please." Sheba asked her, but Alayna only meant that she was back in her divine form and so we could not see her.
But we thought we didn't care and we could hear what their Rukh told us.
So she thought first and then nodded her head.

...

A few decades passed after I left my world and tried to cleanse myself again.
There were still deceased Rukh to the Sacred Palace, which consisted of the people I had loved and trusted one.
But I didn't want to see her anymore, because they just wanted to take advantage of me for this shitty dream.
The dream of getting the magic I had.
I had tried to explain why this was not the case.
But they ignored me, mistreated me and just didn't understand me.
So on a day when Dark abused me and harmed me, I just turned around and destroyed all the people in this world.
I asked the Rukh with whom I had previously lived to take care of the deceased souls as I withdrew and tried to bring my spirit back into the light.
But it was damn hard to get out of the hell I was trapped in.
When I returned to the Sacred Palace, I created two glass domes in which I sealed my human bodies that I had created.
I didn't need them anymore, but I didn't want to destroy them, so I just sealed them in the Sacred Palace.
I looked over at them when I woke up from a little sleep.
The 10,000 decades I had spent with people had given me a sense of time so that I could assess what the time of year, the time of day, and the year it was on Earth.
Besides, I just got used to laying down and sleeping a little bit.
Something I loved one and now regret it.
I rose from my seat and walked slowly to the two saws where my bodies were.
They caught dust, something that shouldn't actually exist in the Sacred Palace.
Maybe because they were made of meat and therefore also caught dust ...?
The signs with the names of my human bodies were covered by a thick layer of dust.
I stroked over the shield of my female figure and also stroked over the glass so that I could look at the face of man.
I gave this body the name *Alayna*.
I created it in the 6000th decade, where I wanted to feel like a normal person again and also to watch the people nearby.
I asked my adviser to make sure that nothing happened to my male body while I was in my female body and was travelling a bit.
This girl quickly became a celebrity.
I met a small street band where I was a little bit in front of me and then they asked them to stay with them a little bit and sing their songs, which I did.
From then on, the street band with me, as their lead singer, became a great celebrity.
After this band separated, however, and eventually these people died because of drugs and alcohol, I returned to my male body and sealed my female in that dome.
What happened sometime later, I didn't want to remember.
I then went to my male body, brushed away the dust on its shield and face.
I didn't have a name with him at all.
I was always called with him only as my divinity, master or my God.
But no one ever gave me a name, which, if I remember it like that, hurts me relatively.
I mean yes!
I might have said that I could be called God, but I thought, out of naivety, that I was given a beautiful name.
But I didn't get one.
So I returned to my place, lay down again and wanted to try to free myself from this darkness.
But when I heard people's voices and laughter, I was shocked and looked down at my world.
How could that be?
Why were there still people?
I thought I had killed them all!
So why the hell were these abdicating cockroaches still living in my world?!
I felt hatred rising in me and before I knew I was back in my beloved world.

...

"From there on ... I can't remember what I did," Alayna told us, as the picture turned black again.
We looked at each other again before we saw Alayna, who rose from her seat and went to the sag of Aladdin.
She stroked the glass with her hand and asked us, without looking at us, how she was looking at us.
Sheba and I looked at each other before the 12-year-old girl answered.
"Well, for me you are friendly and open. I don't really feel like you're a monster, which just wants to kill people," ShEba said, then looked at me.
I looked at my hands and remembered when I was 10 and watched Alayna kill my parents.
Even me.
However, I felt that she did not want this and I felt as if someone had called me and asked me to help him.
I said this then and just saw Alayna nodding.
"I honor you for your trust in me, Sheba ... However... I'm a monster, which can just kill people, even if I even love them," she said, coming back to us and sitting between us.
She raised her hand again and called out new Rukh to show us her past.

...

I opened my eyes fluttering when I heard birds chirping.
My gaze immediately wandered to a colorful pattern on the ceiling, which could be reflected from the window, which was right next to me.
It was a mosaic window that had a playful pattern and from the rising sun, which radiated slightly into my face, transformed the room into a colorful room.
I sat upright, at least I tried, because a stab was immediately piercing my head, so I leaned on my elbows and looked around a bit.
I was in a relatively small room, which had a wooden door, just this one mosaic window, a bed I was lying on, a wooden chest of drawers and a wooden table with a small stool.
The walls were decorated with a simple wallpaper that was slowly peeling off and the floor was a simple wooden floor, but there was a small round carpet that was very dirty.
It would have to be cleaned, I thought.
In addition, a small light bulb hung from the ceiling and a whole lot of nets at the corners, which probably left the previous inhabitants.
"(Where am I?)" I asked myself and held on to my head when a stinging pressure came again.
I felt a bandage wrapped around my head.
Have I bumped into anything?
"(What happened at all?)" I asked myself a little forced, sat upright on it and looked at the door when someone carefully opened it.
A young woman with dark pink short hair and pink eyes entered the room and held a bowl of water and a rag in her hands.
She wore white gold clothing that looked like a nun to me.
She puffed up the wooden door with her golden shoes and then looked over at me.
"Oh! You've finally woken up!" she said to me, going to the desk to put the bowl in her hands, and then came to me.
"How are you?" she asked me, putting her hand on my forehead.
She then groped her forehead with the other, brushing her pony to one side.
I think I'm fine ... Or?
"Hmm ... Your fever is sung. This is good. You still have something, but I'm not worried about that," she said to me, smiling.
I stared at the woman as she moved away from me and took the rag in her hand.
What had she just said?
I had a fever?
Who is she?
She thought the rag into the water, then wrestled it out and blew me slightly over my forehead.
I hissed slightly and slightly turned my head to the side, noting a bloody bandage lying on my lap.
Wait...
How to the executioner, the woman had taken something from me the bandage around my head without me noticing it?
Was I so deeply immersed in my thoughts that I didn't notice?
"Sorry," she apologized to me.
I stared at her again when she said she should have warned me that it might hurt a little.
I looked at her a little speechless and thought she should have done it.
She just giggled, apologized to me again, thought the rag again into the water and back on my forehead, before she put it on the edge of the bowl and took off a part of the bandage.
I stared at her all the time.
I tried to ask her who she was, but all that came out of me was just scabies, and then I started coughing.
"Spare yourself something else! You slept for three months! Your neck is completely dried out! I'll get you to have a drink," she said, stroked over my back and getting up from my bed to get out of the room.
Meanwhile, I looked after her, scratching over my dry neck and then on my cheek.
"Who is this woman ... And who am I?"

After hours of feeling, she came back with a tray with a jug of water, two glasses, two stacked plates and a small pot.
"Sorry I needed something. I had warmed up the food because you're going to be very hungry!" she said, smiling, putting the tray on the table, pouring some water in a glass and turning to me.
A little hesitantly I looked at it, then to her, who looked at me with a beaming smile and then back to the glass before lifting my hand and accepting the glass.
Then for a short moment I touched her warm and petite fingers, which immediately gave my cold fingers the warmth.
I felt that she was a little bit upset when our fingers touched each other, but she didn't show it on her face, which surprised me.
She went into the squat and took the stool that was standing in front of the desk, put it next to my bed to sit on it and looked at me in amazement.
When I took a sip, I exhaled a little relieved, as something damp finally came through my dried neck, and then looked at her just like she did me.
I rattled something and looked over to the pot.
I had only tried to say that I was a bit hungry, but my neck still felt a little ... deaf, which is why I rattled.
"Oh! You might want to wait a little longer. The food is pretty hot," she said, smiling.
I stared at her, shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of my glass.
When it was empty, she immediately took it from me, poured something in and gave it back to me.
She then took a glass and looked at me again.
Somehow I didn't like it at all!
Did I have anything on my face or why did she look at me like that?
I tried to ask her that, but ... Hehe... there was still no real sound coming out of me that she could hear.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I've only never seen you ... I've never seen such a beautiful face in my life," she said, smiling.
I stared at her and scratched my cheek again.
A... beautiful face?
She realized that I was confused by her statement, because she giggled slightly and then looked at me again.
"Sorry! But your gaze before seemed like a child!" she said, giggling again.
I continued to stare at this woman before I sat down again and took another sip from my glass.
"Who are you?" I asked her slightly scratchy.
I actually thought she couldn't understand me because my voice was right ... was quiet, but she looked at me with wide glittering eyes smiling.
"Have I not imagined?" she asked me back, shaking my head.
She slapped her forehead slightly and apologized to me again.
"I was probably so deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice to introduce myself to you," she said, grinning, shaking her head.
Then she looked at me smiling and introduced herself. "My name is Timpani. Timpani Pixl."
Timpani?
What a nice name, I thought.
"Where ... am I?" I asked Timpani.
"You are in my church."
"Your church?" I asked, so that she nodded with a smile.
"Yes! I found you not far from here!" she said, smiling.
"You found me?"
"Yes! About three months ago. It was December 8. I remember it because it had snowed so nicely that day and there was a strong light," she told me.
"I ran out because of this light, which I had seen, and then found you. You're a bit stumbled around and then folded all of a time, whereupon you hit a stone with your head. I dragged you to my church with a lot of effort and distress," she said, raising her arm, grasping her upper arm with the other.
"I don't have any muscles," Timpani said with a laugh.
When she looked at me again, she rose from her seat and crawled around in the dresser, whereupon she crawled out bloody clothes.
"I don't know what happened to you. However, you wore these torn, thin and bloody clothes on your body. I was thinking all the time about throwing them away. But I thought you might explain something to me," she said, rummaged around in clothes and showed me a wooden stick.
I stared at him and then looked at her when she asked me what was happening.
I thought, but then shrugged when I couldn't get an answer.
Then she looked at my clothes, got up from the stool and put it back in the dresser.
"(Did she just think about something?)" I wondered, because in the short moment it seemed lost in my mind.
"What's your name?" Timpani asked me.
"I don't have a name," I said, and in response I just got a laugh.
"Everyone has a name! You too!" she said with a laugh.
"But I can't remember if I have a name," she said, after which she stopped laughing and looked at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot that you had pushed your head and therefore may have lost your memory." she apologized to me, shaking my head only slightly and saying that she did not have to apologize for it.
We talked a little before she poured her food into a plate and handed it over to me.
I was staring at the food.
I was already a bit hungry ... although in my case one should have been a huge hunger, because I was in a coma for three months, but I was not really hungry ... Well, I took the food from her and almost threw it away.
It smelled disgusting!
I stared at it first, then stared at her, looking at me smiling, and then forced me to take a spoon.
I almost chuckled, it tasted so disgusting!
But I pulled myself together to love Timpani.
I mean, she had taken me in, cared for me, even though I'm a wild stranger to her, and cooked me this food, which was really disgusting.
I mean, what the hell had she given it all in?!
I forced myself to take another spoon and pushed down the stranglehold.
Meanwhile, she watched me and asked me if I liked her food, keeping my mouth closed because the food was still coming up to me, and forced me to nod.
"Luckily! My friends always break out my food when they eat it. That's why they don't come here anymore," she said, smiling.
No wonder!
This food is disgusting to joke about!
"You know, when I found you, you were literally glowing with fever! I think you had around 40°, if not about it! Actually, you should have died!" she said, so I just looked at her inquiringly and continued to try to get the stranglehold down.
"But you survived it. You have to be really blessed that God saves your life," she said.
Again I looked at her confused, finally got the stranglehold down, as well as the food, easily squeezed the plate from me and asked her: "God? How do you mean that?"
She stared at me before smiling and saying, "Well, I don't think God just lets people die when they still have their whole lives ahead of them."
Like a slap in my face, I looked at her with my eyes wide open and then to my blanket.
Why... do I suddenly have such a sense of guilt in me?
It's like I'm having something employees, which is eating me up very slowly.
"Well, I'm probably the only one who believes in this God," Timpani said suddenly, so I looked up to her again.
She also took a plate of this disgusting stew.
"How ... Do you mean that?" I asked her.
She looked at me and took a spoon.
"Well, I'm the only one who lives here in the Church," she said.
She took another spoon and then looked at her stew.
"Before, my friends lived here with me. However, they had never believed in this one God with me. They believe in another God."
"On ... another God?" I asked, so that she only nodded.
"They believe in an old big man with a long white beard," she said, and began to giggle slightly.
I looked at her confused.
"And ... what God do you believe in?" I asked her now.
She looked away from me and said I wouldn't understand her any more than her friends.
But I shook my head and said I wouldn't condemn anyone.
So she looked at me, thought briefly and answered.
"I believe in a God who has no gender."
I looked at her again confused, so she explained it to me more precisely.
"Well! No one has proof that this God is a man, isn't he?" she asked me, so I thought briefly and then shook my head.
"However, no one can prove that God is a woman. This means that God is a Something or a Zwitter," she said smiling, taking my plate from me.
Her face spoke volumes.
"What's a Zwitter?" I asked her.
She thought about and threw my food back in the pot.
"Well, according to my research, a Zwitter is both male and female. So a third sex, which it exists only among plants and living beings," she said, pouring her food into the pot.
"But I think God has a human look and is not an animal or plant," she said, giggling a little.
"Why do you think he has a human appearance?"
"Well! Otherwise we humans wouldn't exist!" she said with a laugh.
I looked at her again confused, so she laughed even louder.
"I don't think God is an old man. I don't think he's anything else either! I think he looks relatively beautiful and young and has long soft hair. I would love to meet him. But I won't be able to do that until I disappear from this world," she said.
I looked at her inquiringly and asked her why she would like to meet this God, to which she looked at me with a beautiful smile.
"Well, I want to thank him."
"Thank him? Why?"
"Well, for that we humans exist. If he hadn't created us then, we wouldn't be sitting here talking to each other today! I would also like to thank him for showing me the light. You know, I had a very bad childhood which, if I had stayed there, would most likely have meant my end. But when I was freed from this terrible childhood, I felt as if this was God who watched over me and protected me," she said, smiling, before rising from her stool and taking the stew away.
So I sat alone in the room again, thinking about her sentence, which strangely gave me stomach grumbling, and then looked at the mosaic window.
"Strange ... I've seen this pattern somewhere before ... Only where and when?" I wondered and then looked back at the door when Timpani came in with a bandage box.
"I'm just looking to see if your wound has closed. It might hurt a little bit," she said, so I nodded slightly and she put off the whole bandage.
He fell on my lap so I saw the blood and then looked at Timpani as she gave a slight exhalation.
"Strange? Your wound is completely gone. Not even seeing a scar," she said, looking at me.
I looked at her as confused as she looked at me.
How could such a wound, which I had done to myself on a stone, simply disappear and leave no scar?
She just smiled instead of asking me that, my blanket hit me, so I was just sitting in bed with a broken and wide boxing base.
"That's good that the wound has disappeared! So you can make yourself fresh!" she said, looking a little embarrassed to the side.
I didn't understand why?
But I nodded, swinging my legs across the bed and trying to get up, which was relatively hard, as I had only been lying for about 3 months.
Then I started to wonder if she had tried to clean me up and wanted to ask her.
However, she looked so embarrassed that I couldn't ask her.
She grabbed my left arm and helped me get into the bathroom.
With her right foot, she puffed open the bathroom door, turned on the light with her left hand, which she took briefly from my chest, and sat me on the toilet. I might not have been too bright, but I was kind of uncomfortable with it.
On me!
The lid was down, so that it can also be 'Chair' could use it.
"So! The shower is a bit of junk. If you want to have warm water, you have to press on this blue button. Some cold water comes first, but then quickly gets warm. Unfortunately, the toilet does not work. To do this, you have to use this bucket when you ... want to make it away. Towels hang there. You can choose any one," she said, pointing to the towels.
Then she looked at me and took my long blue hair.
"I must look for a longer towel for your hair. Me and my friends actually have short hair, so a little towel was enough for us. But I've certainly been lying around somewhere for a long time," she said, smiling, walking out of the bathroom.
"I also bring you fresh and clean clothes. You are relatively small and not exactly wide. So I have a dress that will suit you as if you were," she said, smiling, then walked out.
I looked after her and then to the shower.
I don't know why, but I kind of felt so familiar and comfortable here.
This girl, too, gave me a sense of concern and love.
I wondered if I had ever felt something like this before, because it seemed so strange to me ... but also somehow familiar ...
I didn't try to think much about it and just got into the shower after taking off my boxer shorts.
I pulled the curtain that hung there and turned on the water.
"Timpani said I should press this blue button if I wanted to have warm water," I said to myself, pressing the button on it and screaming as ice-cold water came.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I forgot to make the bump!" said Timpani, and I cried as I heard her voice in the room.
When did she come in here please?!
I heard such spinning noises that came from a slightly rusty regulator.
I wanted to see what she was doing, but the water was damn cold so I couldn't move.
I then felt warm water so that my muscles relaxed again and I could move again.
"Is it okay now?!" she asked me, so I could only do one 'Yes, it's nicely warm!' and heard her leaving the bathroom again.
After about half an hour I had got all the dirt down from my body and turned the water off again, pulled the curtain back on, took a towel from the wall to dry my body and looked around me.
Hadn't she said she would put clothes on me that I could put on?
I scratched my head a little bit, saw a towel, which was long enough to dry my hair, which I did, but then went out and wanted to ask Timpani for clothes.
However, I had to look for them first.
So I walked around a bit and heard rattled dishes in a room.
She had to be there, I thought, and shortly afterwards opened the door.
In fact, I saw Timpani packing dishes in the dishwasher and washing it beforehand.
"Uh, Timpani-" I wanted to say.
But she stopped me and said, "Oh! You're done with showers? As it was ...", she started and stopped abruptly as she turned to me and looked at me.
She held a plate in her hand, but then dropped it as she looked down a little further.
But then she started screaming, turned red in the face and asked me screaming why I was naked.
"You forgot to give me clothes," I said simply.
"Don't I!" she screamed, holding her hands in front of her face.
"But I haven't seen any," I said simply.
I just didn't understand why she was shouting at me.
Did I do anything wrong?
She approached me, grabbed my wrist and pushed me back into the bathroom.
"There's your clothes lying on the toilet!" she screamed, pointing her hand at the white clothes I didn't recognize before.
No wonder.
The toilet lid was the same color as the clothes.
"Get on, you pervert!" she screamed, banging the door behind me.
I just looked confused to the closed door and then to the clothes.
I heard her go back to the kitchen and say something.
"Oh holy God! I have his ..." was all I heard from her.
So I put on the white and gold clothes that Timpani also wore.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, my clothes came to me a little familiar.
But only something.
"These clothes were worn by some that I had seen ... But why can't I remember it?" I asked myself, staring at me in the mirror and then shrugging.
So I went from the bathroom to the kitchen, where Timpani, still out of the role, swept away the shards.
She had probably heard that I was coming in, because she asked me if I was wearing something now.
I answered with a slight yes and saw her face, which was cherry red.
"Um, is everything okay, Timpani?" I asked her.
"Yes! Everything okay with me! Just sit down somewhere, Ala." she said with a smile and getting a little calmer.
"Ala?" I asked her, sitting on a chair that was at a table.
"Yes, Ala."
"Why Ala? And who is Ala?" I asked her, so that she was just banging her forehead.
"Oh man! You're the only one here, aren't you? Besides, you just listened to it!" she said, bringing a tray with a jug and two glasses to the table.
I looked at her inquiringly and then asked her to tell me why she called me Ala.
"Well, you can't remember your name, can't you?" she asked me, nodding in reply.
"However, it is stupid if I only use you all the time of address. That's why I came up with a name and it's Ala."
"And why Ala now?" I asked her, and then I said that I would like this name but I just wanted to know.
She smiled and replied: "I found you on a snowy and light day. In addition, I feel such a warmth near you and am blessed by God on top. That's why I'll give you the name *Ala Jehovah Abram*! As the meaning of divinity!"

Well, that was my ninth night.
I hope you liked it and gave you suspense, harmony and humour. Especially humor ^^

Here is the explanation::

Alayna = The name means "the one standing above us", in Aleyna, Turkey, "dear child".
Ala Jehovah Abram =
= Ala (female writing form); ancient Greek origin, meaning "gifted daughter". [In my story, I chose this form of writing, but I use the name for this meaning] the high-end, sign of God.
= Jehovah; Jehovah or Jehovah is not the name of God. It is an attempt to read the holy name of God.
= Abram; Father is sublime.

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After all, I want to improve where I might be bad ^^

I hope you like it and take it into the spell of imagination ^^
I also hope that you will read the upcoming chapters or nights.
Until then, ^^
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