That was a night of the full moon and the red circle was raising somewhere far over the sea, which was troubled lightly, with a slivery, fish-scale-like waves…
…in the late afternoon, when the sun was about to set down and changed the pool into one flaming scale, she sat on the marble rim, looking with her sleepy eyes at the sparkling water.
My mum always said I was her most precious treasure, and I have nothing more precious than my lute.
I will come back. I will find the land of salvation, or I will extort the secret of peace from the sea, and I will come back to you. So have faith and wait for my return.