Nowhere

A tiny ember fragment, still burning. An ancient rage, harbored for centuries, passed on from one generation to another. From Zelinda to Assunta, from Assunta to Icaro, it grows along with the child who carries it within. It keeps growing and growing. A sea of rage that suddenly breaks. And there’s nothing left. Nothing at all. Darkness and silence, nothing. Nothing. Maybe something, barely a spot. A tiny ember fragment.