Behind those trees there was a little house made entirely by wood. It's said "there was", because there is only dust and ash now. A dark whole full of burned wood, black as the sky at night. The sky where she came from.
He knew about that, but there will be time for everything in its due course. He, the lion, put on his knee, the left one touching the mood and some dry leaves. He caressed the wood and inhaled the ash. He listened the splash when getting out the ocean.
I was trying to focus my eyes on something while the spit slid down his lip. he felt down again into all the vomit and realized all the stars had fallen down and hit that house. While it was all white outside, and he had remained frozen the whole time, the whole place was now burning down in flames. It was a beautiful red point in the middle of that white sea of trees and nothing. Take a long hard look at yourself, wander how did you end up here. The city is very far away.
But he left the place and all that smell that brought the lion here was gone yet. The smell of his vomit, all over the clothes he left on the snow. The lion stood up and ran all the way to the horizon, as usual.
She had made all the way to that place and save him. And that is the reason he ran behind all that brown trees with no piece of clothing, he knew she was carrying him through the snow.
