He saw Him again
His irises are pale white, like the cold wind that lingers all year round on the snowy plains, carrying snow and frost from distant glaciers.
Cold, silent, vast, lonely
Time seems to press the pause button
His pupils turned around, like the yellowish color at the beginning of the dawn, losing all color and sound.
Fleeting
There is a lingering sound in my ears:
"Loving you consumes all my compassion and love"
"Kiss me, be gentle."
Intention: To be completed