Chapter 42

When he opened his eyes, he looked straight up with half eyes.

Blurred eyes saw a part of the blue sky shining with the moonlight in the dark night, and then the branches of the trees bent over themselves, which were swaying in the wind.

He closed his eyes and focused on his mind. Isn't he dead? Or is it heaven?

He opens his eyes again. This time his brown-blue eyes were fully open, the swaying trees became still. Even as the wind started to stop, he turned his eyes and saw a delicate transparent face leaning on him, surrounded by black curls, there was longing in the innocent golden eyes.

And that face was not alone. Along with it, the small animals with eager eyes bent like this. Some plants and this time, when he turned his eyes, he could see the eyes of two trees bent over at him.

He was lying still, what a strange place it was, that girl or that animal was fine, but those plants and trees also had faces similar to human faces.

"I think he's unable to move," commented a rathe