It was dark, and everybody has gone to sleep, the sky was quite, not so the darkness.
The air began to feel thin and elusive, the earth beneath my feet crackled with the noise of broken branches… but where those bones??… I don’t know
Red lines trough my face, looks like a bizarre map that I follow, with no treasure at the end, with no compass.
Suddenly, it all ended.
Now, nobody was sleep, but there was nobody to awake.
The Sky was still quite.
The darkness was no longer dark.
The air was thick, moist, whit the smell of a summer night.
No bones on the ground.
The darknes was no longer dark. It was red.
Now red was your color, so was everybody else.
