For ten seconds, we only stared at the words until they vanished, leaving the stone surface smooth again. Afterward, the silence prevailed for a minute more, before I opened my mouth and stuttered.
"A...Auntie?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not seeing things, right?"
"I surely hope not."
This time, even Aunt Nezja looked surprised. Just like me, she stared at the stone disc without blinking. As if in a trance, she reached out for the stone and wrote just one word.
Sangen?
I presumed it was the name of the human who corresponded with the society before. But...would that person still be alive? If the last connection was during the war, it would be around ninety years ago.
Humans couldn't live that long.
