Somewhere on Earth

A well-built man looked up at the sky. He stood alone in the middle of the forest, unconscious, near the cave where he had been lying. The light breeze felt on the young man's skin, and he heard even the sound of an owl.

A thirty-five-year-old man's expression looked restless, as if he was waiting for someone's presence, but the target had not yet arrived. He kept glancing up at the black sky sprinkled with stars, but that was not enough to ease the anxiety that was welling up in Armen's heart.

“Is Atvertha coming? She told me to wait here, but until now, she is not...