Scene 1 – The Nightmare
The desert is drenched in blood, the sun baking the sand into a furnace.
We march toward death.
The ground erupts with every step, land mines tearing men apart, turning no man's land into the gates of hell. Heads and hands burst into the air like fireworks, the sand painted with agony and terror.
I run, not out of courage but luck, weaving through explosions until I see her.
At first, it looks like a dance, unreal, like a film playing in slow motion. She moves between bullets and fire, not in waltz or salsa, but in a dance with death itself. Every step she takes makes my heart seize, makes my soul ache.
Then comes the finale.
Her body lifts into the air, torn apart, spinning like a rag doll. Her hair whips free, and for one instant her face is revealed. My chest caves in. My legs move on their own, sprinting faster than my lungs can carry.
"No… God, no…"
But the truth waits for me at the end of my run.
Her body lies broken, inside turned out, beauty destroyed by war.
Rosa.
Her name stabs through me. Lips once red like roses now stained with blood. Hair black as the starless night she loved so much. How could I forget the first time we met — the way she kicked me, leaving me humiliated and happy all at once?
Now all I can do is stand and ask:
Why? How? Say this isn't real.
But the nightmare doesn't lie. Her lifeless, disfigured body is the only truth.