Nightmares: Theater of Delirium

He stood very high. On the podium, the wind blew the school sign over. The audience was quiet. The sun is very good. So good that he thought his days would continue like that. He didn't know whose hand held the thread. He only knew that later, the line was disconnected. This is a story about falling. About a boy who once gave light, about a lamp that was lifted until the oil ran out and never let go, about those lines drawn on the desk and then erased - you thought they disappeared, but in fact they were just carved into other places. "If the darkest ending is already destined, is the light along the way a gift or torture?" The answer doesn't lie in the beginning. After the wind died down.