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slowly breaking in half longitudinally. With great surprise he saw that an older man face appeared. When carefully observed it, he recognized him, was himself, but with all the years over him. The old man had a face that projected peace and harmony, the face smiled slightly and Night Eagle was invaded a sense of well-being. He once again closed his eyes to sink in that feeling, when he heard another noise and when he opened his eyes, saw the face of the old man breaking and from it emerged his expressionless image, as if it were a sculpture, he was watching closely when the sculpture broke again and the face of a child appeared. He had large eyes, a look full of tenderness and on his thin lips delineated a smile of complete happiness and harmony.

Night Eagle felt a burning dart entering his heart. For the first time in many years he had something more than a mild memory, he was certain he was that boy; a quasi-memory, a feeling and an internal conviction that he had been very happy in his childhood. His eyes began to shed tears, his body began to vibrate and the buzz of the insect became stronger, until it covered everything.

His legs loosened and he fell on the ground. The child’s face was still in his eyes, he felt he was about to remember. Suddenly he heard a woman singing, a voice so known and loved, that evoked safety and love, sang a cradle song, and clearly felt the hand of the woman with and undefined and nebulous face, caressing his forehead and his hair. Night Eagle had not felt this security and well-being for a long time, which the quasi memory evoked.

Something in him found its base, something indefinable was assembled and brought a wave of well-being, which made him totally abandon himself in the darkness of time and the memories that were about to come.

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