Underworld
Near the Valley of Death
In the afternoon, barefoot on the icy turf, Blanca approached the black, dense wilderness, filled with the uncertainty of what she had seen in her dreams when she took a nap by the little shaft, but also with the fear of what she saw last night at the underground tunnel; in fact, she was too confused about what happened back there, one moment, she was saving someone, and the next, the man disappeared in her grip.
Her enthusiasm about what transpired, which has been concealed since then, all at once bursts from within her now. She wondered what had truly happened back there. Who was that man?
