―I went out of the cathedral, my hands loosely holding my sword. I never lived in fear, I won't die afraid, yet, before I could even walk a mile in the devastated land I felt my legs dropping my body and let me collapse to the ground. On my back, facing the sky, I couldn't see anything else than a little gap of blue in the sea of clouds. I heard no one, felt nothing, my mind was echoing the large empty plains around me and my chest was full of nothing, of a strange void, a spiral keeping in all my breath, holding my heart hostage. It felt like touching the ocean after falling from a cliff. It somehow felt like home. I couldn't see anything else, so I closed my eyes. I wanted to live free, but there's no freedom in living but in that moment. I feel nothing. I feel the world. I feel the land free of any fingerprint. I wanted to cry, but my eyes were dry and happy. I demanded to die, I asked the sky to cry for me because nothing was keeping me alive and I couldn't mourn myself. Yet my back was hurting against the ground, and my head was still laid among the flowers and everything felt so beautiful. Tears fell on my cheeks, poured from upon, it rained.