Anya

He was not in the field. She shivered from the piercing wind that walked along the land of Eternal Summer, and watched with longing how the petals were torn off the flowers and carried away. Again the past remained in reality, and in this world my mind was almost as naked as my body.

He told me his name. Brave! But for some reason he's hiding now.

Rubbing my chilled shoulders, I wandered to the lake, where the moth tried to cure my fear of water. But he succeeded, my phobias remained here, at the bottom of this strange pond.

The stalks of cattail slanted down to the water's...