Resolute, with a glowing torch in hand, I remain in the cold breeze on the entry of a cave. Before me a stretched steppe expands itself untill the horizon, endless!
The wind too cold, carves the ice next to me and, I shudder. That night moonless and starless still makes me think of a horror story where, in spite of myself, I’m the hero.
Protruding ear to the wind more and more powerful, more and more scary, the wolves’s echos were as a call of a nonexistent moon, even more frightening my heart already reluctant.
Something strange happened that day, something very strange.
The sky suddenly cleared, the wind stopped blowing, the wolves yelded to the calls and the valley was suddenly brightened intensely. I was saved? I was alive? Or was it just a bad nightmare?