La observaba ¿pero que podía hacer?
Me embriagaba una desesperación inentendible, pero no podía interferir. El creador nos observaba, y así como el lo hacia, lo hacíamos nosotros a ellos, los humanos.
Berenice toco las sabanas vacías, miro al espejo y allí, se vio a si misma, sola, confundida.
El llanto de su bebe, el pequeño Allison, se escuchaba por toda la mansión, un sonido angustiante que sacaba de quicio a su joven madre quien al escucharle camino lentamente hasta su cuna y intento silenciarlo acariciando sus cabellos dorados que apenas asomaban de su cabeza.
Una imagen vaga del recuerdo de su esposo invadió su mente, seguido de una lagrima al decir adiós. No podía creerlo, y ese, el pequeño Allison, era la muestra de su amor, pero a la vez el pecado tras un deseo, el bastardo nacido de la mentira y la traición.
Quisimos hacer algo, Remiel susurró a su oído, pero ya era tarde, el creador lo evitó.
Berenice tomo al pequeño en sus brazos, camino por los pasillos de la estancia y salió de la gran edificación. En la penumbra, el frio de la noche batió su cabello, el llanto de la criatura se aceleró, pero no se detuvo, siguió caminando en la oscuridad, acercándose cada vez más a su destino.
Sus pasos eran rápidos pero silenciosos, acompañados de un murmullo intentando apaciguar a su bebe "Sleep my angel , sleep all the night, dream my baby , dream again". Luego, se detuvo.
La luna brillaba frente a aquel lugar, la brisa dejaba de soplar, la quietud hacia ver como aquel cuerpo de agua parecía un espejo de cristal. Sentimos desesperación, Remiel estaba a su lado, pero ella, esa joven mujer, había tomado su decisión final.
"Dreams are free like clouds in the sky, dreams are bright like stars and the sun".
Cantó sus ultimas palabras, el bebe había dejado de llorar, y allí lentamente comenzó a avanzar. Un paso, dos pasos, luego tres y uno más.
No hubo más sonidos, su cuerpo se perdió en aquel lugar, hundido en las aguas profundas nunca volvió a despertar.
Belial reía triunfante mientras que todos comenzamos a llorar. Esta guerra sin sentido, pronto debía acabar.
I watched her, but what could I do?
I was intoxicated by incomprehensible despair, but I could not interfere. The creator was watching us, and just as he was watching us, we were watching them, the humans.
Berenice touched the empty sheets, looked at the mirror, and there, she saw herself, alone, confused.
The cry of her baby, little Allison, could be heard all over the mansion, a distressing sound that made her young mother mad, and when she heard it, she slowly walked to her crib and tried to silence it, stroking her golden hair that was just peeking out of her head.
A vague image of the memory of her husband invaded her mind, followed by a tear as she said goodbye. She could not believe it, and that, little Allison, was the token of her love, but at the same time the sin behind a wish, the bastard born of lies and betrayal.
We wanted to do something, Remiel whispered in her ear, but it was too late, the creator prevented it.
Berenice took the little one in her arms, walked through the corridors of the room, and left the great building. In the gloom, the cold of the night beat her hair, and the cry of the creature accelerated, but she did not stop, she continued walking in the darkness, getting closer and closer to her destination.
Her steps were quick but silent, accompanied by a murmur trying to appease her baby "Sleep my angel, sleep all the night, dream my baby, dream again". Then, she stopped.
The moon was shining in front of that place, the breeze stopped blowing, the stillness made that body of water look like a crystal mirror. We felt despair, Remiel was by her side, but she, that young woman, had made her final decision.
"Dreams are free like clouds in the sky, dreams are bright like stars and the sun".
She sang her last words, the baby had stopped crying, and there slowly began to move forward. One step, two steps, then three, and one more.
There were no more sounds, his body was lost in that place, sunk in the deep waters, he never woke up again.
Belial laughed triumphantly while we all began to cry. This senseless war was soon to end.
