I turned my back on him and that there is urine ran away. Without feeling how bare feet touch the snags, cutting through the heels into the blood, without fear of falling and falling into the abyss in these tall stems of daisies. Behind me, a storm was growing, narrowing: the bright blue of the sky was replaced by gloomy blackness, the tentacles of thunderclouds crawled at incredible speed, capturing space, changing day to night.

Turning around half-turned, I caught out of the corner of my eye that where I had just been, there was nothing: only blackness, only horror, only gloom.

Holding my breath, I ran again without looking...