Everything was calm, the tranquillity of snow was adding to the silence. The wind was hitting the frames of the window and was creating a symphony with drizzling moonlight like the demons were playing the flute of silence and they don't intend anyone to hear them.

He was lying on the stack of dried leaves gazing toward a small hole in the roof from where the crystals of snow were descending slowly, it seems like this night was going to be a long but today this silence was not soothing there was something different about today, he knew he was going to be sixteen today but birthdays aren't anything special to him. His stomach was growling as usual and a hot plate of soup was all he can think of. And it looks like he will again be devoured by the vastness of night and silence of air.