The Light That Remains: A Story Beyond Flesh - страница 8

Elias didn’t know why it was so beautiful.

But his heart told him—it was because, for the first time, the day hadn’t ended.

It stayed alive inside him. Continued—in the drawing, in his fingers, in the sky.

He thought: Even if one day I forget her scent, her touch, even her voice… this evening will still remember. The sky will remember it all.

He fell asleep, not under a blanket—but under something else: the feeling that something big had begun.

And in his dream, he didn’t know who he was: a child, a boy in love, an artist, or a man-to-be who would remember.

But one thing he knew for sure: Light does grow.