Chapter 1 : THE BINGING
Night fell. The wind cut through the air, cold and merciless. Soon the rain followed, heavy and relentless.
Beneath it stood a man, no, not a man, but a soul, longing only to live, to rejoice, to know peace.
Suddenly, he rose from the chair where he had been sitting in silence.
He began to dance. Earphones pressed to his ears, music coursed through his veins like fire. He sang, he screamed, he shouted until his lungs ached.
And then, lightning struck.
The world dissolved. He felt himself drifting, weightless, untethered.
No sight, no sound, no voice, yet his mind remained ablaze, alive with thought.
Where am I ? he whispered to himself. I do not know… but I feel lighter. Freed. For the first time, I breathe pure freedom. Is this what it means to exist ?
And suddenly, he laughed.
Why do I laugh ? What is this trembling in my chest ? Could this… be happiness ?
Yet, to truly understand him, we must return to the very beginning.
It was on a bitter winter’s night, in the heart of the city, far from the stars yet alive with neon lights and restless noise.
That night, a child was born.
A fragile cry pierced the silence, the first sound of life.
The family rejoiced. They sang, they danced, they drank until voices broke with laughter. Joy illuminated every face, as though an emptiness had finally been filled, as though a long-awaited miracle had come.
But then the sky darkened.
Clouds gathered, heavy and menacing. The wind roared, thunder rolled, lightning split the heavens.
The celebration scattered. Doors slammed. Windows shut. The city held its breath.
And just like that, the night swallowed the joy.
