A breeze of warm air escaped from his skin cage, from the lips of a being plunged into a thirst for revenge, the Olympic god Zeus. That breath would be the author of the misfortune that did not exist before on Earth, like a gale that would break everything that was still perfect.
The woman observed the small chest that had ended up in her fragile and sweet hands, as if this were what she so desired to hold. At her side, she possessed a precious and delicate key that, if she so wished, would lead her to discover the secret she longed to reveal.
Thoughts crossed her mind and uncertainty invaded her, plunging her into a state of indecision.
She felt her soul fragmented, in pieces, due to the firm and sharp desire to open that box. Unaware of the consequences, she put her hand to the lock and inserted the key. With a twist of the wrist, the key was activated, allowing a plague of unusual calamities to escape, feelings such as evil and ambition.
Quickly, the young woman closed the chest and a lonely tear escaped from her crystalline eyes. Fell down, she peeped her head into it and then found a small blue bird, hope. She knew at that moment that the reality they knew had changed, her soul, before with light, had been consumed, leaving only a poor memory of her, a withered and stormy reminder of what the Earth became.
