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Lost in Denouement
One last conversation
I kept walking.
The desert reached the horizon caressing the sky there where my longing for freshness ended. I never would have thought I’d go this far just to be so willing to give up. Any sign, and my determination, weak as each step sinking in the sand, would crumble taking me to the land of eternal dreams.
My hair flowed with the light breeze. Then I heard it. A whisper with the form of my name. I stopped, immobile. I looked around but only saw endless mountains of brown and beige. Nothing else.
I kept going. My steps were slow, but constant. Then I heard the whisper, again. This time it was behind me and I turned around as fast as I could. A silhouette was floating like a mirage just a few meters from me. It looked like nothing, but his voice was as clear as mine. It talked again:
“It is dangerous for you to be so far from anywhere, don’t you think?”
I was shocked: “Wait… Are you real? Everything was real until now, or that I thought. Now I’m not so sure.”
“Well, it depends on what you mean by ‘real’. This conversation is real. Does it matter if it’s only for you and me?”
I was looking at him, but couldn’t quite focus. It was as if my eyes tried to grasp the figure the same way you try to catch a living…
