The night Luca was born was a snowfall, where the cold penetrated even to the bones. His parents had told him that that night the moon had granted them a miracle, a child with white locks, skin pale as winter... A beautiful child, a living porcelain, an almost perfect beauty, if it weren't for that illness that clouded his vision more every day.

For Luca, his beauty was nothing but a curse, his delicate appearance... Like a little lamb among wolves, they loved him, everyone loved him! But why? For the beauty of it? Of course, what else did I have to give? He knew it, he never had real friends, everyone just wanted to be friends with the pretty boy in the classroom, but did he ever manage to open his heart to them and be honest? Of course not, this was not a fairy tale where the broken child could have a happy ending.

His heart, which previously only housed a loving and sweet soul, now carried the burden of resentment and bitterness that hit him every day. When his vision problems worsened and his vision deteriorated, he stopped attending in-person classes, began studying at home between silent walls and going to the hospital for the treatments, succumbing to hopelessness little by little

Sitting in his backyard, among the cold snow that fell on the morning of that cold December tenth. A starry night, a consolation from the moon that loved him so much... or at least that's what he wanted to think while his eyes wandered trying to focus with his miserable eyesight that got worse every day some of those beautiful figures that accompany the dark night sky. Rambling silently as always, lost in his thoughts. Another cold winter, a memory of a false miracle...