Another World

It was the fifth of November that night, so the whole world was getting ready for winter, and the cold winds were like their emissaries, showing it through the city, blowing houses and the rare inhabitants who were still awake.

One young man stood in the dark part of the park with his arms outstretched to the side and a slight smile on his face. His eyes were closed, and icy water ran all over his body, which had already completely soaked into his old coat. 

However, he wasn't freezing at all, for there was a bright fire burning inside him that didn't seem to be about to go out even after all eternity.

That day, for the first time, Zayne felt for himself a new emotion that had remained completely unattainable to him before -it was magnificence.