Singing Snowberg
Chapter Eight
Verse <4>

Her words remind me of what my sister said, basically the same: “I don’t like here”. That was a summer, that afternoon her body was found in her cell, she hanged herself. Few hours ago we were sitting under the tree in the backyard of our house. We had a talk about the books we read recently.
“What about this time?” “I read it again. One hundred years of solitude.” “How about this time?” “Nah. Nothing again. I don’t like here.” Irrelevant sentences. And “here” meant “this world”. I should’ve noticed her fleeting sad look one her face, or I had noticed but didn’t take it in heart. But I didn’t know it was that bad. I told her to read it for a second time, I asked how she felt. I should be the one to blame. She didn’t looked horrible when I saw her hanging on the neck from the ceiling, she smiled to the last minute. And she still had breath when I discovered her first. I couldn’t believe I hesitated when I see her smiling, she managed a smile so big, so charming and magically beautiful. Beautiful to die to travel to the other better places, beautiful to be happy finally. I don’t know, I’m the one to blame, to blame. I couldn’t save her. I mean both physically and mentally. I’m the one who pulled that two last strings.
In the last words letter she wrote me: “I had the idea to let you kill me, you’re talented at that. But you know always that I loved you and you loved me, you loved I and me loved you. But you’re too clever to get yourself into troubles, that’s why I decided to do it myself, alone. Another reason was that I think I did’t have the courage to do it with you by my side. Anyway goodbye for good my dear brother Cyano wish you a happy life thereafter. Sweetest kisses from another world.
That stranger boy who’s skating on the ice becomes Aliciasa. I shake my head to make sure this isn’t a dream. She has blood on the corner of her mouth. “Nah. The other world isn’t funny.” With the words she’s speaking, she shows me a big smile, “Cyano I missed you, you were the only who understands me,” she looks up at the black sky, the eastern part is lightened by the artificial sunlight from the domes. “What a stupid decision made, I wish you’ll be here soon.” She turns around and limps the way to the snowberg. I’m so shocked that I stopped crying. She went to another possibility and suffered again. When she’s about to disappear in the mist I heard her scream, “but I NEVER REGRET!”
A small shining blue bird flies across the air not far from us, dropped to the ice-sealed lake, smashed into pieces. If I look back there’re only few trees left standing, or rather say only their trunks are standing. Things changed, the Bluenised creatures are dying. I don’t feel the desperation, the magic persists. We just need eyes to see it.
“You heard it?” “Yes.” “Yes!”
Someone’s humming slowly, like bee’s wings, can’t tell, or the water underground, the raindrops under the eaves, the heartbeats of the frog, the little sprawling lightning….
They all live in the snowberg, they’re phantoms, real phantoms. I own them my life, and one day I’ll be with them living in that snowberg, which is probably the strangest place to me, but the verses he’s singing are familiar. Not because I understand every word, but the language as a whole. His language, never will be remembered or translated or spoken, yet never will lose in the shredded path of time.
End
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