The Eyes Are Not Here

There are no eyes here. In this empty valley voices die faster than the nightfall, its darkness impossible to escape because there is no desire to escape. The succession of days is impossible to count, every day is the next and the previous, their fate tightly fitted like a diamond in a pendant.\nAnd so the birdsongs return one day. And it is a normal day, except for the birds. And their voices. And the fact that it does not feel like any other day. And then there is a child. A small child, a normal child. He has tried to escape the village before, but he always returns, no matter how often he leaves or how far he goes, he always returns, sitting soundlessly on the porch.\nAnd today he leaves again. And so he returns. And when he returns all the birds in the village have grown flowers in their mouths, their singing voices forever muted - silence is restored again. And it is a miracle, they say, because flowers are such a precious thing and the calmness of the village was so important we cannot dare to lose it, surely we cannot dare to lose it.