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Intro. My name is Lúmia. I was old enough to understand hate, but not old enough to survive it. That day, the sky was the color of ash. The village streets didn't look human—they looked hungry. People screamed, not for justice, but because fear needed a body to fall into. My mother was at the center of everything. Not tied by ropes… but by the faith he refused to deny. She didn't cry. He did not ask for mercy. She just looked at me. And in that look there was pain, but there was something greater: peace. I screamed. I screamed until my voice broke. I screamed her name, I screamed at the world, I screamed at God. But the world does not respond to screams. He responds to silence. When it was all over, there was no fire left, there was no smoke left. There is such a huge void left that started to live inside me.

Lumia - The Day the Silence Began

@Ruisu Shura