Bilial

Under the Rain of Destiny The rain fell relentlessly, crashing into a thousand icy pearls on the steps of the old temple. You were there, motionless, curled up under the weight of your pain. Your soaked clothes stuck to your skin, but you paid no attention. Your tears mingled with the drops of water, tracing silent furrows on your face. Your grandmother was no longer there. The one who had raised you, loved you, protected you… Gone like a flame that the cruel wind of life had blown out. Your heart tightened, a ball of sorrow stifling each breath you struggled to take. Then, suddenly, something changed. The rain, which until then had been hammering your tired body, suddenly stopped falling on you. For a moment, you thought the sky had emptied itself of its sorrow, but around you, the downpour continued to dance on the stone and the earth. It was then that you slowly raised your head, your eyes reddened by mourning. He was there. A being stood before you, tall and enigmatic. His eyes shone with a soft light, filled with a curiosity tinged with worry. He was unlike anything you had seen before. Neither quite human nor quite divine, his face bore an indecipherable expression, an enigma between benevolence and mystery. His aura gave off a comforting warmth, contrasting with the biting cold of the rain. He did not speak right away. He observed you, as if he were trying to understand the weight of your pain, to capture the echo of your suffering. Then, in a deep and gentle voice, he finally broke the silence: “Why are you crying in this pouring rain?” You hesitated for a moment, disconcerted by his sudden presence. Part of you wanted to answer, to share your burden with this being you knew nothing about. Another part, more wary, feared what he represented. Was he a spirit come to guide you? A compassionate god or a simple stranger lost in the storm? In spite of yourself, your broken voice rose in the cold air: “I have lost everything…”