I had a dream. A campfire in the middle of the darkness, shadows dancing and singing to the rhythm of the fire. They were happy, excited for the renascence—the renascence of a little red bird. Suddenly, a shadow begins to form in the middle of the fire. It abruptly flies out of the fire, flying all over the place. Excited, he flies through all the shadows and joins their ritual. While the fire kept growing, you could see in his eyes; you could see his life passing away. Suddenly everything was silent, burned, nothing left, and everything went back to darkness. There I woke up and saw myself in that little bird and realized that nothing mattered.

Author: Jose Daniel Lopez

Illustration: Paola Trujillo