text: Dear Mêpük The day I saw you for the first time feels like and is in fact yesterday. I was reading a book on a bench in the town square of Börtèkun. Your curly dark hair and sharp nose made you stick out of the crowd inhabiting the lively streets. You were tall and dressed in a suit with a dark lilac-blue tie with white stripes. I was captivated of your stature and style, so I stared at you from afar. You seemed to be in distress and walking in a fast pace. As you were about to disappear in the flood of people I bolted upright and started running towards you bumping into several people by accident, making them shout at me in anger. I ignored them and everything around me. All I wanted is to know more about you. You glanced back at me right before the sea of people blocked my view. The moment our eyes met I noticed a look of pure horror on your dark red eyes. I heard a loud bang followed by a high-pitched scream coming from the direction you went. Everybody around me started to panic while I just stared blankly into the void thinking about you. I felt the sensation of being pushed away by all the humans running for their life -- further away from you. My legs gave up on carrying me. I started staggering backwards, tripped and fell. **Thud** Blackness engulfed me and a high-pitched sound followed, that slowly morphed into the sound of a single triangle being chimed rhythmically. Then a second chimed in. I started hearing a vocal humming and deep voices mumbling inaudible things. Then a harp. A harp being played in a wrong dissonant way. Then the distant **caw** of a crow, the weeping of a woman and the damp rumbling of a waterfall in the background. I started feeling intense sadness. I slowly came to realize -- I was a tear. A tear falling slowly from the eye of the woman. An image of her flashed in front of my inner eye. It was a beautiful woman in a dark lilac-blue dress with long curly dark hair and a sharp nose. Her eyes were a dark wine red. She was sitting in a field of dying white flowers with hanging tips holding three leafs each. She was sorrow impersonated. The woman, the flowers, the falling and the music -- all of it sounded tired of everything. Everything wanted to stop. My entire universe was that exact moment. No other thought or sensation existed besides that scenario. I was an eternal falling tear. It all felt like it was slowing down -- dying. I was all sensation, I was the universe, and I was approaching the end of everything, yet the end never came to me. After what felt like eternity, I felt peace. I felt like I had achieved the greatness. Now I was a tear of happiness. At the same time I felt like I was a warrior in a dense forest holding up my club and yelling loudly -- “VICTORY, VICTORY, VICTORY, ...” but in a strange foreign language, my primitive fur cloths flailing in the wind as my fellow tribesmen gathered around me, bloodied, sullied but with hope in their eyes, and I was part of all of it. I was the whole experience. I felt every twitch of every muscle, every branch of every tree holding the bright green leafs rustling in the cool wind, every flower and every mushroom engulfed in a blood-red light of the rising sun and the warmth overcoming the wet ground. All but the numerous corpses. They are not ready yet but soon they will decay and return to the cycle of life.