"On the high mountains, the flowers are blooming, in the sparkling sky, the stars are shining brightly…"
Amid the swirling dust, the children's singing came from afar.
The air was filled with Dust, carrying the scent of sheep manure and fermented pasture on the wind.
A bird descended from the branches, landing on the shoulder of the hunched old man, singing, bidding farewell.
As if, in a fleeting dream.
The lamb bleated, licking the old man's palm, waking him from the long dream. The vegetation was lush, glowing under the sunlight.
As if it were Heaven.
"Your Majesty, it's time to leave."
The Old Woman offered fruits and cheese, respectfully reminding him.
"I…"
The old man stared blankly at everything, wanting to say something, but unable to speak.
