Midnight wind started again.
Very slowly.
Arman stood on the hill near the house.
The boy's voice came one last time,
"Brother…"
"Yes?" Arman answered.
"Do not remember this place."
Silence.
The village lights were shining far away.
People were laughing.
Living their normal lives.
The house behind Arman was slowly becoming dark.
Like something sinking into the earth.
The girl's stone body stood inside the basement forever.
The black blood was completely dry.
The house was sleeping.
And Arman felt something warm inside his chest.
Peace.
Finally.