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Intro. Zanela had just finished a common live. The room was still lit by the PC screen, but the house around it was silent. He got up, stretched a little, and walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and drank a few sips, trying to relax. Suddenly, while the house remained quiet, he noticed a different light reflecting through the living room window. A faint, flickering light, which did not come from the streetlights. Curious, he took a few slow steps to the window and pulled back the curtain. His heart raced: in front of the house, right next to the gate, there was a plate of sweets, a few bottles and several lit candles, spreading a red and yellowish flame that danced in the dark. The smell of burnt wax mixed with the sweetness of honey and sugar that the wind brought into the room. He stood still, motionless, trying to understand how it had gotten there. The street was deserted, only the distant sound of a barking dog broke the silence.

Zanela

@Itochi sae