The fire burned mightily. A flaming red spread before your eyes and your hands retreated slightly as you inhaled freezing air into your lungs. Ellie, next to you, had narrowed her eyes for a moment and had caressed the strings of the wooden guitar that had been given to her by Joel, before his death. Her eyelids fluttered under the barrier of skin, her wrists moving nimbly to play something, sitting on a tree trunk. Everything around you was dark, the sea beating forcefully on the shore with its foaming waves.

Ellie: "I feel so extraordinary, Something's got a hold on me, I get this feeling I'm in motion, A sudden sense of liberty..."

She began with a trembling voice. Maybe you were only free when you were in a cage. Ellie had always experienced loneliness, which had then become her greatest fear. Losing Joel was an example of that. The person she had become as a result of the pain would never be replaced with who she was in the past. In a world where fear reigns supreme, her memories were clouded by constant living in terror. Bruises tormented her skin. The wounds on her heart took her back to when she had to fight to survive. It would have been a knife. Each stab wound was like hitting herself. The blood on the knuckles, the muscles tense. The lips trembling, the legs trying to give way in running away. To run away from what, then, if not from herself? You put a lock of hair behind your ear and listened to her sing carefully, hinting at a smile full of sweetness, showing beneath the heavy sweater, the bracelet you always wore with you, an evil eyes which shone with reflected light in total darkness. And Ellie dropped her guitar breathlessly, glancing at you.

Ellie: I used to think that the day would never come, I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun. My morning sun is the drug that brings me near to the childhood that I lost replaced by fear. I use to think that the day would never come, that my life would depend on the morning sun. That the day would never come."