“We were asking”- ○379○

Us If we had done the right thing. We had sent a puppy to the entrance of Our Parallel World to guard if the Nothing followers had wanted try again to enter in our world.

We looking at each other around, while our other friends were still there.
That one who make himself ahead, has been Fenkuz, who was finding always the words to make feel us better.
While he was looking at the little pathway from where we were enter for the first time, and from where, now, he was hearing the laughs of Bathuè and The Little One who were chase one another, he said us: “You don’t haven’t worry about him: he looks a puppy, but inside, he’s already an adult. It will come a day that he will develop the strength to become a great a warrior in all senses.
He is grateful to you for having rescued him: when, and if it will come the time, the strength of his parents will show itself, and he will be become the warrior that he destined to become: in Blue City has lost his parents, here he has found the calm.
Here is a peaceful place, and everybody of us, we are grateful to you. Your feelings, your emotions, and everything you feel, make this world one of the place most beautiful of whole universe. You have rescued him, and now he has found The Little One. They are become immediately friends: the only thing you can do now is to give him the childhood that he has never had”.
We looked at Fenkuz speechless.

Each time, his wisdom left us astonished: he had got right.
After his words, we were hearing the laughs of Bathuè with The Little One, and our hearts were lighter, we have smiled each other.

We have taken our hand, and without a destination, we had started to walk
The Fenkuz words resounded in our heads, and our emotions were wrapping us. ‘Is that what he intended?’ we asked ourselves.

We arrived to the entrance of the woods behind the apartment.
After only few seconds, we had realized that after our enchantment inside of it, we were not entered no more there.
With a little nod, we were entered.
The lights in the middle of the branches was how we remembered them: gold surrounded by tiny particles of the same colour that were floating surrounding us.
We putted in the middle and we had started to dance a slow dance, following our feelings.”

Daria

⇐“We still”  – ○378○ 

 “We still” – ○380○ ⇒