She looked at a sky full of furious clouds, and she knew the fury of her thoughts were darker and menacing than any storm approaching the city. "but how would I know what the fury of a storm is?" thought the poor creature, who from his creation had never observed the light of the sun, or the raging clouds of a storm except for the small 30 cm window installed in his captivity.
The creator would never set her free. "The world is too dangerous, my poor little one, here you will be in peace," he would say to every request for freedom. Poor thing, so lonely, so disillusioned, so agitated. The agitation of her heart would not let her move away from the window. "Oh, think of the happiness of getting the raindrops touching the gray skin, sir?" She asked and did not get any answer. Hours passed and the creator's silence remained to the point of annoying the creature. "He never left a pergnta without an answer, never a question." Suspicious of the silence, the creature decided to see what happened, descended the escapes quickly and did not understand the scene before him. The creator was lying on the floor in an unusual position, his eyes lost their brightness, his skin was ice cold, and his heart no longer beat.
"Oh lord, you must be weary of labor and ice-cold for fear of the coming storm, I will take you to my room, there you may rest and we shall observe together from the window, when the first raindrops fall." And so she did
She looked at a sky full of furious clouds, the icy wind brought constant chills and the sound of thunder was the only thing that prevented the absolute silence of the place. "The world is really dangerous sir, but I hope you're right about being at peace here where we are," she told the creator, before closing her eyes and dreaming of freedom.
