Prologue (2/2)

“Thank you” She replied with a smile

Pointing er One shot

Smoke

The sweet sun powder

Then

I watched how she fell, slowly, onto the ground

Her eyes were closed Her breath had stopped

Goodbye, eternity

The air The universe

If you can make a sound, please call my name

Think of a pattern appearing on a piece of cloth

A small smear, next to a mandala

Swi

Dancing

Crawling

And so I parted from my dream

(To be continued)