Predestination, destiny, fate.
To open your eyes and to realize you are in a desert. What’s the first thing you would think?
That’s what happened to Saira, a sixteen years old girl used to the hectic and comfortable modern life.
A recurring dream. An ancient past. A world where free will doesn’t exist.
A nightmare which doesn’t seem to end. A soul deprived of its love and seeking revenge.
Can a feeling outlive the ages?
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He pulled out a thick candle which he instantly lit on, with a simple gesture.
“How did you do that?”
“Magic”, he replied smiling.
“I don’t believe in magic.”
“You should”, he said curtly.
My guilt wasn’t letting me go, but at the same time I was foolishly happy to be out there, with him. It was weird, unreal, yet extremely pleasant.
“Finish the book, please.” It was the first time he added please to a request, I was quite astounded.
