Today I woke up because of the singing of birds. I absolutely despise for their lyrics remind me of death, yet whose face is it that see when I hear them? But no matter I try to scare them away, yet they are no longer birds, or at least not anymore for now I see a sculpture made of stone of a woman lying on the ground. I remember the pain I felt so long ago but I no longer feel. What happened to me?

That day I woke up at 5:30AM as usual and made breakfast for my family some pancakes with syrup since it was a Sunday my beloved wife and daughter woke up. My daughter always got happy when I cook and ate the pancakes with a great smile. My wife told me that she and my daughter had something to do today, and so they left I imagined that it had something to do with my birthday since it was coming up soon. It had been five hours since they left, I saw them at the door putting their white shoes on almost as white as them or at least that is how they looked to me they both had beautiful blonde hair that waved as they walked to our car. I ate the same lunch I always did a serving of fish with a small portion of bread a little wine each time I ate this meal I remember my father. For I have a strange allergy that does not let me eat many things, and my father was a great man who cooked this meal for me and even though it was repetitive, always found a way to make it different the lunch I had made for them was already cold by now this unnerved deeply. It had been 10 hours since they left. The dinner I ate was the same I had every diner and every lunch, but the diner that I had made for them was already cold. I gripped the ring that my love had given me all that time ago, we met in college she was the sweetest woman ever I was ostracized partly because of my condition and partly because I was considered weird by my classmates but not her "Hi my name is Hana how about you?" and with those words our relationship had started,she made the effort to talk to me and know me this made fall in love with her, when we dated I would spend hours listening to her talk about all sorts of topics her favorite was animals and I couldn´t believe that someone that perfect loved. For some reason in that moment a conversation we had came to me "You know many animals sacrifice themselves for their babies" she said "Well it is necessary for the survival of the species I answered "I wonder if I would do the same for my children" she replied "It´s best not to think about it" This memory filled me with determination to go out and find as I grabbed my jacket I noticed my daughters ballet dress in the closet "I gonna dance the swan lake" she said with a smile "I know you´re going to make it" I answered "And I´m gonna be the black swan" she said with such conviction that I was convinced she would do it. I had a deep desire to see her perform on the biggest stage along with my wife and watch her perform the best black swan ever. She had blue eyes like her mother so we named her 青(Ao, blue in Japanese). When I entered my car I was sweating and my eye was jumping my hands were shaking, and I was checking my surroundings almost anxiously but I could barely see because of the dark night but as I saw a by a street lamp a putrid smell had invaded my car and there was something large under the streetlamp´s light as I got closer the sight was terrible and what had happened was obvious there she was laying on the street with stab wounds all over her back and blood on the ground, my daughter nowhere to be seen grief, rage, vengeance all of these things went through my head in seconds I could not think of another thing that wasn´t terrible. "Do you want vengeance? I can give you that" A voice exclaimed from behind me "W-who are you?" my voice shook as I answered even though I haven´t even seen the person behind me, I could still feel a presence of great power that filled me with dread. "Does it matter?" the voice asked "If you want vengeance, I can give to you but at a price" the voice continued, I did not know who it was but somehow, I was comforted by it. "It doesn´t matter do it". It had been I don´t know anymore but an eagle tore off my limbs and ate them, I could feel them be digested in its stomach still and they regrow and so it begins again, this has happened for longer than I can remember, after some time I had stopped thinking maybe by mercy of my brain. But one day that voice which I cannot forget spoke again, "Would you join me for a dance? With those words the devil´s trill began to play. And so, we danced for years that seemed to us as minutes. She told she had composed the devil´s trill and that the one I heard on earth was merely an imitation of the one she had made, for her master tried to imitate her version yet in doing so he created an imperfect child. And now we dance between flames and screams for years while the music never ending played alongside us.