I wasn't even surprised, my memory froze, because the past ended when it joined the present. My thoughts dried up when the future migrated to the present. I was left without a story, without reason, without a direction to go on. Still, there was no more day or night, only darkness. No faces could be seen, only shadows, no bodies, only silhouettes. The love that is made of longing and hope ended, and a great emptiness set in, not even the hatred, made of memories, lasted. The jealousy, the envy, that feed on vanity and comparisons, succumbed. The long-awaited truth finally reigned, because the world of certainty, of immobility, was established, implacable, incontestable. Everything revealed, our dreams finished, the magic ended and with it our existence. With immortality present and conscious eternity, there was nothing left to do, not even to pray. Desperate, suffocated and with a jump, I woke up, and toasted the heavens, giving thanks for the timeline that continues, despite our ...