LTemujin
"I see it!" someone exclaimed."See what?"
The young man sitting across from him laughed at first.
Then, suddenly, he became serious.
His expression changed so quickly—from an almost boyish face, with only the first signs of a beard, into that of a grown man. His features became hard as stone. His eyes turned cold as ice.
I tried to see him more clearly.
He was wearing a winter hat made of fox fur, orange with touches of white.
He sat on the floor in front of someone I could not fully see.
All I could make out were layers of dark gray clothing.
They were sitting in the middle of a small space whose walls rose upward and curved closer together near the top.
There was almost nothing around them.
Only the two of them.
A young woman entered.
She nodded several times before sitting down.
She wore a brown dress trimmed with yellow fur, and the collar was lined with dark brown fur.
She knelt beside the young man and gave him a quick, playful glance.
For a brief moment, something brushed against the edge of my shirt.
I caught a glimpse of a small, bright shape, almost like a thick ribbon of white air, drifting silently past me.
Then my attention returned to the man the young couple had been speaking to.
He wore a heavy gray coat.
Not large, but thick and bulky.
His fur hat blended into the grayness around him.
His skin was darkened by years beneath the sun.
Gray-brown.
Deeply lined.
Rough.
My eyes slowly lifted to his face.
Perhaps I was beginning to see what the young man saw.
The old man's eyes were blue.
One was slightly larger than the other.
At first, the color reminded me of creamy butter, rich and soft.
Then it became a pale blue sky.
White clouds drifted across it—two larger clouds to the right, two smaller ones to the left.
The sky began to move.
Its color deepened.
The blue grew darker.
Gradually, a round shape emerged.
Then I understood.
It was no longer a sky.
It was our planet.
Floating inside his eye.
