The world was gray. All color was gone from her. No matter how hard the sun tried high up in the sky, it was unable to restore its color to this desolate world. She stretched down, but her rays didn't touch the ground. Only dull, sad light shone down from a distance and illuminated the dirty skin of the earth. The remnants of the previous day lay in ruins on the gray streets. No life stirred here.
Once there was a beautiful city here, with lots of people and happy children. The market was colorful and people laughed. But now everything was destroyed. The buildings lay spread out across the streets like colorless shards. Even the market had lost all its splendor and lay lifelessly shattered. The dealers' carpets had lost all their color. Buried under rubble and dust, they could no longer be seen. No bird circled over this desolate area, because there was nothing more here and they knew it.
He had given up hope of salvation. His eyes stared tiredly at the sky. For help they turned to the sun, but he was unable to reach it. An icy cold had spread inside his body. He hadn't felt his limbs for a long time. His thoughts had stopped flowing. He just stared up at the sun and asked her to take him away. Because in this world there was nothing left for him. Everything and everyone was gone from this earth. There was only him here. He was the last. So he wanted to disappear now too. But the sun didn't take him in its warm arms. She stayed up there in the sky, staring back weakly.
The world had come to an end yesterday. It happened without warning. They had no chance of saving themselves. The earth had suddenly trembled. Then, with a thunderous roar, the sky fell on them. All had been buried under the rubble. Only he was spared. Alone he wandered through the gray world for hours. He hadn't found any people, only empty shells covered with gray dust and empty eyes staring at him. There was nothing left. Now he was lying here on his back, staring at the sun, which was unable to warm his body. He could no longer feel whether his heart was still beating. But he was slowly coming to an end, he felt that. He was no longer thirsty, he was no longer hungry. He felt neither pain nor sadness. He was just there without feeling anything. Only this coldness in his body was still with him.
But suddenly the sun was also taken from him. Something moved in front of it and cast its shadow over his face. That was his end. He couldn't even see the sun anymore. It couldn't be long now.
“Can you hear me?” The voice seemed to come from a dream. He heard her but didn't understand what she was saying. It came from the dark thing the sun had stolen from him. “Are you still conscious?” Something warm touched his cheek. Something stirred inside him. After hours of not feeling, this warmth was like magma on his hand.It burned his skin and penetrated inside. His body automatically responded and winced. It seemed as if a surge of electricity was going through his body. His eyes fixed on the dark shadow and saw it clearly for the first time. It was a face. A woman's face. Her cheeks were pink. Her blond curls shone like a halo and her eyes sparkled like emeralds. “Don't worry, everything will be fine now.” The voice was soft and sounded as bright as bells. "We'll get you out of here."
It was finally over. He was finally able to get out of here. He couldn't contain himself anymore. His body gave way. The world around him blurred as tears came to his eyes. It was over. The hot tears made their way angrily down his cheeks. He kept his eyes on the woman above him, who smiled lovingly at him and stroked his hair. "All is well."
His torso was lifted up and placed against hers. The smell of a living person rose to his nose. He wasn't alone after all. It went even further. There were others. They found him. Her warmth enveloped him completely as she put her arms around him. He continued to stare into her face, a living face, with sparkling eyes and blood flowing under her rosy skin. "Here ..." Something was held to his lips. The next moment something cold washed into his mouth. As if by himself he swallowed. The cold water flowed down his dust-dry throat. It spread all over his body. It flowed down to the last fingertips. Then a wave spread inside him. Life force flowed through him again. He could feel the dull throb in his head again, felt the rays of the sun on his face, the cold in his fingertips and the hunger and thirst inside him. He could see again. He saw the remains of the city around him.
Still a little weak, he reached for the bottle again. Water was poured into his mouth again. It sloshed coolly through his whole body and gave him life again. It was so wonderful. He couldn't remember ever drinking anything so delicious. It was so good that he even doubted whether it was really water. It gave life to his almost dead body. It dragged him away from death, which was close enough to touch. Again he looked up at the young woman's face. The sun lit her blonde hair so that she looked like a blonde angel. A blond angel who had brought him the wine of heaven.