“What am I doing here?” ", I whispered desperately. I realized my weakness as I tried to open my eyes. I looked up from under my closed eyelids and let go of the bitten apple I was holding in my hand. An endless space of alternating drowsiness, wakefulness, drifting, silence and darkness enveloped me a few moments ago. “What’s happening to me?” I asked myself silently, shocked by my world suddenly turned upside down. I tried to react with any movement just to give a signal of life, a cry for help, but I just couldn't do it. Something new and embarrassing was happening to me and absorbing all my attention. Still, I tried to comfort myself by simply telling myself that everything will be okay. But I couldn't resist the undeniable feeling of my world being too tight. A feeling that lasted so long that I couldn't remember what happened before. A terrible feeling that was continually fueled by an alarming desire to escape the consummation of my resistance and complete exhaustion. I didn't want to give up, in a last attempt I stretched my legs but nothing happened. I tried to lie down, to escape to make the suffering stop and merge again with the universe I knew. “Please stop!” ", I closed my eyes tightly but no sound came out. My mouth was firmly stuck with thick layers of mud… I had no choice but to finally give in. Suddenly, an oily breeze blew in a light rumble. Slowly, the roars that started low and feeble grew louder and gigantic. I collapsed, staring up at the sky, trying helplessly to hold on to the mud with a feeble grip. The wind howled violently. I felt the sound coming from my eyes. In response, I tilted my head to the side, out of the wind. My face pinched in anguish as I felt the middle of the paper's lips in a horrible tone while waving with his knife which was bleeding before his companion's eyes. The seated man slowly moved his hand towards the blade and I held it. The tall man smiled and said calmly, "And if you end up killing him, you will be nothing but a tool in the hands of fate." He simply cast his advice and disappeared as if he were an illusion, leaving only one behind. proof of its sustenance: the dried goat's blood on my face. The little man stood there longer, scrutinizing the blade in his hand with eyes covered with alternating hesitation and clouds of tenacity. I remained focused in my shelter until he started to move away. Unconsciously, I found myself propelling myself up and down while the world around me was turned upside down. I felt so weak but my enthusiasm convinced me of this deep desire to follow him.