The silence after the explosion was almost holy.
But silence, as I soon discovered, can speak louder than screams.
I found myself standing—though I didn't remember getting up.
The world had changed. No longer smoke and bombs… but mist and shadows.
A corridor stretched before me, dimly lit. At the end, I saw it:
a mirror—cracked, jagged, and glowing faintly.
I walked toward it, slowly.
Each step echoed like a heartbeat in a tomb.
When I reached it, I saw my reflection... but it wasn't me.
The girl in the mirror had my face, but her eyes—
They weren't afraid.
She looked at me and whispered:
> "You forgot this day…
You buried it under the ashes."
Then, behind her, a shadow moved—his silhouette.
The boy.
But this time… he looked like a stranger.
Echoes of Nohaila