The dawn's fresh air suddenly invades the room. From your window, you glance at the dark sky, still surrounded by the ghosts of your dreams. You stretch out your arms, pretending to get a better view of the real world and a less accurate definition of a bizarre tale you just told yourself while you were sleeping.
And that light, that glittering spark, spinning around you. Yes, it seems quite familiar, doesn't it? A whisper. Almost a name...
Yet now it heads to your window, and even you try to react quickly and reach out for it with you hands, the light now seems to vanish into the vast atmosphere. You're three stories high. The window is wide open...
(soon to be continued) |