Amsic: How did I get here? to the city I saw, long ago
Cisma: no we're not in that city, it looks similar, I can't blame you on this; but we are in a city even lower
a familiar-looking person approaches from behind Amsic's back
It's been a long time since we've seen each other! Are you in the mood now, to have a new friend?
Amsic: you are . . . the person from the other city! what are you doing down here?
;I heard a person had arrived, so I wondered . . . if he wanted to be with someone . . . also because we are the only ones here.
Ismac: He doesn't seem like a bad person, so why did you tell me to leave?
;Wait who are you talking to?
Ismac: it may seem strange, but in my shadow there is a negative self
;Could you explain yourself better?
Amsic explained everything to his new friend, about how he got there and about the fact that he doesn't know how to leave, and also about "Cisma"
;This thing is quite familiar to me, so your name is Ismac . . . and in your shadow there is a presence called Cisma. . .
Ismac: Exactly. . . wait, how is that familiar?
;wait a minute so now you call yourself Cisma is it? Ne-ga-ti-vi-tì
Cisma: hey tears for how long, even if I hoped it would pass, even more time
Tears: oh! but how kind, I see that you haven't changed one iota, despite the fact that all this time has passed!!!
Ismac: I see you already know each other. . . Could you please guide me though?
Tears: In what sense to guide you?Cisma: As the boy already told you, he's not from here
Tears: a! right, I forgot
Ismac and his little, but now already become a group started walking, and in the meantime their new friend and old acquaintance of Amsic, was their guide even if he ended up arguing with Cisma over every little thing
Tears: I've been living in this city for years now
Amsic: So was anyone there when you arrived?
Tears: no when I arrived, no one was already there, but they left a trace of their existence!
Cisma: leaving a trace of one's existence, this reminds me of someone. . .
Ismac: we'll talk about this later anyway what is their "trace of existence"?
Tears: this is it! written on this rock
Ismac: I can't understand what is written there
Ismac can't read the written ones because it's written in a language in symbols, called "Windings": Tears can read it because, staying alone all that time, she studied it, and Cisma because she's literally the opposite of Ismac, so what Ismac Cisma can't do, he can do and vice versa
Cisma: leave it to me, I'll read it to you
Ismac: oh thanks, I owe you another favor
Cisma: let's see nothing, what he says is "Don't forget about us" huh?
a couple of minutes have passed since Cisma stopped reading that sentence and an awkward silence fell
Ismac: What's going on? finish the sentence!
Tears: maybe it's better not
Cisma despite doubting what he had read, and Tears' advice not to read still went ahead, even if it will bring great discomfort to the group
Cisma: "Don't forget about us, your Ismac family"
Ismac: what my family? it's not possible, I've never had a family since I can remember.
Tears: Maybe for Today. . . we better stop here
Although Ismac hadn't shed a single tear, while Tears started crying profusely, Cisma already seemed to know what was happening, I seemed frustrated but also almost reassured
Ismac: why are you crying?
Tears: I'm crying because you're sad and the story is sad too
Cisma: tears is so called because it is very sensitive, and can perceive the sadness of another person
Tears: this is a tragedy you are so sad but you can't cry let me help you
Ismac: no, don't worry, it's not necessary, I'm fine like this
Tears: I told you that you need help so I want to help you
Ismac: ok fine I'll leave you the permission
Tears: Look, I don't need permission! anyway let me do one thing then
Tears seeing that Cisma had merged with Ismac's shadow decided to merge, also in his body, so that she could cry again
Tears: here's a lot better, don't you think? now that you're so sad, you can finally cry.
Ismac: you gave up your material body to become my tears. . . don't you think it's a waste?
Tears: No, I stayed here after all. . . alone . . . all this time and now I could stay with another human being! if the cost is only my body, I gladly accept it.
Cisma: do as you like as long as you don't bother me
Tears: anyway, Ismac! know that your tears tell so much!
Ismac: in what sense?
Tears: You told me your story earlier, remember?
Ismac: yes I remember
tears: you didn't tell me, but about the mask and the person who saved you.
Ismac: I didn't want to bore you with the details, but it seems like my tears have already told you everything huh?
Tears: already they haven't overlooked even the smallest of details