[i]rain. This transparent liquid that patters down from the gray clouds on the people to give the earth new strength to draw new life. As if the rain was trying to envelop the girl, to hide what she is feeling and what agony she is going through, He now surrounded you and rained down on you as if there were thousands of fists coming your way. But the girl didn't give in, she just stood there and looked into the distance. Under this rain you could not see your deeply soaked tears emitted from hatred and anger, only this trace that would remain, this spiritual trace would feel you again and again. The alleys in which she stood and simply did nothing but study one wall after the other thoroughly, seemed colorless and dreary to you, as if no one had ever come to walk through these dreary and dark alleys. With a staggering stride, she stepped forward, somewhere where you thought there would be color or bliss. Her sobs were soundless and no one could really hear that under this veil of rain there were tears and a deeply sad face hidden, she felt. As if it was never noticed by anyone - what was the matter with this enraged world? Was the girl even an existential goal in this world? With a jerk, the girl stopped in a path made of snow, which slowly grew into a slushy mass and took on an equally dark and dirty tone as the walls you had just stared at. A boy, not much older than you, stood a long way from her, his gaze lowered to the floor. You could see how the water droplets on his pony wandered down until they fell to the ground with a thud and were just as drowned in this dirty snow as everything else. The boy, who was wet and frosted from top to bottom, still had the strength and stretched out his hand to the girl who was also wet and frosted and tried to signal her to take it. The girl ran like lightning, in questionable ignorance of what was waiting for you there. Whether you would be shoved into this sea of ​​tears again, or whether you would now be caught by the warm clutches of this boy and know that you are safe. Her step was getting faster and faster, but the way to the boy seemed to be more and more difficult and longer. Desperately she tried to get only a meter closer to the boy, but the way under her stretched more and more in length and put many obstacles in her way so that she could not get to the boy. Suddenly the boy lifted his lazy head, wrapped in a sad mask, and looked the girl straight in the eye. Braun met Schwaz. It was like an autumn flock of colors and the colors fought for the shine that is able to slumber in you. His eyes radiated a deep sadness but also the pure security and warmth that the girl wanted from him from the bottom of her heart."Help .." came the boy's tender throat and the girl immediately ran off again. But an ominous, black light enveloped you and immersed everything in a deep blackness which a rumbling laughter emerged from itself and did not let up again "Help!".

"Please, no!"She screamed, startled from your deeply gloomy dream and straightened up, slowly groping in your bed, "When will these dreams finally come to an end?" all this blackness, looking around your room. Nothing but cardboard boxes and packed things stood around you and you slowly leaned against the back of the bed. "Oh yes .. We have .. moved."