Strange heartbroken

The beast was fabulously beautiful. Maybe even more than that. So beautiful, so majestic that it was unreal.

He had, in this endless night studded with stars and luminous stars by the billions, put on its glittering cloak, and walked on the air as if the earth was firm, sovereign, as if the whole universe belonged to him, before descending, approaching his destination, a rocky mound located at the top of a high mountain, normally inaccessible to all, giving an unobstructed and sublime view of all Vaegos, his adopted land.

I touched the ground and then walked slowly towards the ochre rocks glowing slightly and looked at the person who was installed and who contemplated in turn the immense and rich empire, but so complex of its transparent and almost empty glance.

- Zion? he called in his soft and unusually tender voice. So tender that his friend couldn't help but smile with an unheard-of softness on his lips.

- Idy, I hear you.

Idy smiled.