It was a long journey—an endless, breathtaking landscape stretched before me, beautiful yet barren, offering no comfort, no hope. I moved forward without thought, without feeling, as if time itself had dissolved. My body carried me on autopilot, driven by some instinctive will I didn’t even recognize. I had nothing. No supplies, no companions. Only myself.
and the day after
the black dot
Step by step, I pressed on until, in the distance, a small black dot appeared. Hope flickered—rescue? But as I drew closer, I found only a woman dressed in black, lying helpless on the ground. Her eyes locked onto mine, and in a frail whisper, she pleaded, "Please… give me water… for I am dying."
from nothing
and within
Desperation crushed me. Seeing her suffering sent an ache through my chest, sharp and unbearable. I had nothing—no water, no tools, no way to dig for it. How could I help her? The question tore at me. Then, a voice—clear, quiet, yet echoing through my mind like a silent command—spoke:
she said;
feel because you have a heart, think because you have a mind, act because you have hands
before I went
back to life
Without hesitation, I understood. I closed my eyes and envisioned a vessel. Cupping my hands, I opened my heart—and tears began to fall, pooling in my palms until they shimmered, liquid and real. Kneeling beside her, I lifted my hands to her lips and whispered:
"Drink… and live."