He looked at the light in Kesha's eyes.
Matthew's facial muscles twitched slightly.
He didn't know what to say.
" He knew that I wouldn't die, so he built a cemetery here and ordered me to clean it for him from time to time.
" If I can't do it, a group of terrible bugs will crawl out of the cemetery and bite my soul. That kind of pain -as long as a mortal is bitten, his soul will be scattered!"
Kesha gently recounted her experience.
Matthew's face showed sympathy.
"Do you sweep the graves every day?"
Kesha nodded.
"More or less.
" Occasionally, I would deliberately not do it because it was too quiet for too long. Sometimes, I would hallucinate and doubt if I really existed.
" If I were bitten by a bug at this time, the pain would be painful, but it would also remind me that I'm still alive."
What a familiar rhythm.
