——"I eat tears day and night, while people continually ask me, 'Where is your God?'" (Old Testament. Psalms 42:3)
Unnoticed, the wind became very gentle.
In memory, the wind was icy cold, always filled with the stench of rust and rotten sludge from gutters. Now, brushing against my face, it brought waves of cool pleasure and my nostrils were filled with a slightly sweet fragrance. My forehead, neck, and armpits were drenched in fragrant sweat.
——The situation had worsened.
Leaning on the corner of the wall for support, Belle, who suppressed her breathing, confirmed the reality that her body was nearing its limits.
