Treading on the asphalt road, I walk in silence.
This time there is no sky to look at, to dream about, to lift my spirits.
As I walk alone.
But that is the curse of the asphalt road.
So cold under my bare feet, the blackness of the road slowly suffocates me.
I can do nothing but keep walking
and wish to be saved.
But suddenly a hand grabs me from behind and turns me around.
A man cloaked in black. A top hat rests on his head.
Magician.
His warm hand touches my face and he lifts his hat so I can see his eyes.
A beautiful magician.
I take a breath as I stare at him in surprise.
And he asks
"Do you believe in magic?"
