Far away in the village, a baby was crying.
Very softly.
In a small wooden house, a woman was holding her newborn child.
The baby slowly opened his eyes.
They were deep and quiet.
Like someone who had seen an old dream.
The woman smiled.
The baby stopped crying.
Outside, the night wind moved slowly.
Like a forgotten memory.
And on the hill, the old house was sleeping forever.
But deep inside the darkness…
Something was waiting.