Blinking is something momentary and continues to be part of everyone's routine. With a blink, a ray escapes that would hurt the eye, with a blink it is easy to make dust irritate it, with a blink life escapes.
—How did I end up here?— the speech could not be heard, as it was low.
— It's hard to believe that such a young child would die, especially with Apollo's best medicines being used for his treatment.
— Yes, there is something strange.
— Okay, we need to get this body away right away.
The men in white carried a body on the stretcher, a body that could not be seen between the cloth, but was outlined by it. A child by the height, he was 8 years old. A few strands of hair were escaping, these being reddish brown, nothing else could be seen, but only when the cloth fell to the floor.
— Hey, where are they taking me! — The sound came from the mouth of the small child with skin as pale as cloth. — I didn't die! See! I want my mother! — Meanwhile, a small murmur could be heard: Have I become a child?
—But it's impossible, her death was confirmed hours ago! This is bad! What happened?
"I don't know, but call her mother. And call her discreetly! That's all we know, isn't it? Let it be like this, Apollo can't even know she's dead. Call her!"
While a child's gaze was completely clean, without dust, without a ray of sunlight passing through it, only the energy of joy emanating, a woman's continued to be in abundance, flooded like great rivers.
The house made no sound as before, the path made by the marked walls, the floor covered with a mixture of dirt and grass. The boots that had stepped on the floor and gotten dirty there were gone, taken to a distant place, where the walls were gray, everything was gray, even grayer than the swing the child loved so much. It made her boots stain, and her toys fly with her on the swing, just as before, alone on the swing, but now in a room, all gray, where the only blue she could see was her clothes.
— I need to tell him that she died, I don't even believe it, after everything we did, I don't accept it! — The woman placed her forehead against the wood, tears streaming down her eyes.
Along with the woman was everything she brought from the hospital: the gray memories of her daughter. The toys she took everywhere, the greenish leather boots her father gave her on her birthday, the coat from her favorite cartoon, the tiara she had given her father, which she treated like her crown, and tons of other memories that weren't from the gray place.
— Hello? What do you mean! I'm going there now! It can't be! I still have hope.
Her eyes became more alive, different from before, when neither the light nor the dust bothered them. The girl moved her body with a tingling sensation that ran from her leg to her head. She couldn't lie where she was told; it seemed as if something inside her was anxious, out of control—that was just how it was. The giant that had taken over her body wondered: How did I take over her body, yet I feel like I haven't become its owner? These memories. Her body was increasingly painted with the colors of life, the pallor leaving her. Her mouth was no longer dry, her hair seemed more vibrant. The giant imprisoned in her body couldn't contain itself; it went to find a place to praise Gaia, a place to play with the earth like a child it had become.
— Where are you, dear?
The woman with long red hair walked through the corridors of the gray hospital. Desperately searching for her reborn daughter, her heart calm, knowing that if her daughter were dead, worse things could happen to her at the hands of Apollo. So, earlier, she called a friend of the girl's father to take the body to a safe place, where Apollo couldn't get his hands on it. She grew tired of the gray landscape that covered the place and left.
"Thank you, Mother Gaia! Now I am free from the hands of those madmen! Free from the hands of Apollo! Because of this, I will make you part of me and dance with you."
What the giant was doing there, in his mind, were memories of his past. The gods were defeated in droves, while he danced on the earth. But here it's a little different, not like mighty battles, but rather a child ingesting a huge amount of earth, and dancing along with it. Staining all his clothes and thinking, "Oh my God! My mother is going to fight me!"
Because of the commotion generated by the child, it was easy for his mother to find his mess, just like before on the wall of the house and on the floor with toys thrown in piles.
"Daughter! I thought you left Mommy alone! I don't have time to get emotional, we need to leave before the people where Mommy works come and do bad things to you."
He quickly left the scene. First, he washed his daughter's mouth and the part of her body that was stained with brown. He found his friend and approached him. Nothing could be heard; the only thing that could be heard was the removal of papers from the woman's car, which were handed to the man.
"Human, I've already searched your memories. I know who you are, and how special this child is. Because of that, let's get straight to the point. I escaped Apollo thanks to an elegant young woman and her shy friend. I need to reunite with them. If I reunite with them quickly, it will be another step toward your daughter's resurrection."
— Okay, honey! I don't think you should talk to your mom like that! Please ask me to find your friends for you to play with. While I'm looking for them, you can get the house ready for visitors.
"Thank you, Mommy!" I mean, please, human, let it go! Damn, this girl's consciousness is so strong. It's like our memories can merge. Let's go, Mommy! That's it, let's go."
— Okay! Your dad will be happy that you'll come back someday. Now we have to get out of here before Mom's work crew catches you!