ouverture

«…shutters wide open, leaves lying on the floor. I saw him standing by the balcony bars, hanging over them for seemingly quite a time. He wasn’t moving an inch, and despite not seeing the face I could predict a worried expression. Heavy curtains were inflating like brigantine sails with every blow of the wind; huge purple sails on this marble ship in low waters. This created both a charming and eerie image.
I finally stepped forward to reach for a bedside table and was about to put a silver tray with breakfast on it, when something caught my eye. Among caskets and books there lied a royal ring, so insolently that one could almost imagine how desperately and loathingly it was thrown here. I might have been in such a surprise that didn’t notice how I froze, with the tray still in hands, however it was noticeable enough for him to turn towards me and wait for response as if I had to apologize. At last, my eyes met his, amber and sharp, but with a hint of hollowness and guilt never seen before, and with acknowledgment that someone should break this tension he spoke…»