1966

Roger was sitting in church with his parents, forced by them. Everything normal for the moment, according to him. His mind wandered as usual, the church being the main topic of his thoughts again, the same church where he was at that moment. All his life he thought about whether this was normal, normal people, a normal church, but he didn't even believe it... it seemed so... false.

He stopped thinking about that, looking ahead with boredom, bored of listening to the same sermon since he was little. From one moment to the next, unknown people entered, they were wearing white robes that covered almost their entire body except their head, but their gaze fell on one person in particular. He observed a young woman, probably his own age, singing to the rhythm of some kind of "choreography." He looked at her in detail, admired by the beauty and aura that this strange young woman conveyed.

Then followed the banquet that was always given at the end of those sermons. He liked to eat sweets on those days because normally his parents prevented him from doing so since he was little, although on this occasion he decided to let it go. He was somewhat curious to know more about that young woman, he wanted to have a friend his age, no one approached him because of how overprotective his parents were, but this time he was sure that his parents would not prevent him from this freedom. not on this occasion.