Danse Macabre

The beaches of Kashkestan were beautiful, as virgin as if they had never been perturbed. The horizon extends in a turquoise blue that reaches as far as the eye could reveal. The palm trees were abundant and had a more appropriate and natural look than any coast of another country. Between the sea and the sand, there was a woman; her hair shaken by the wind uncovered the beautiful and delicate face of a damsel. Her lips smiled and her eyes showed happiness that came from the warmth of affection. Roderick extended his hand, he wanted to feel the smoothness of appreciation in that golden skin. Before he could touch her, pure darkness invaded him. Roderick woke up.