Four

Out of fear, they ran in all directions and the storm threw them against the trees. Many of them didn't make it. Roxana went to the tree and ceded to his thick roots, which were sticking out of the ground. Her white hair, which is albino, flew like kites in the autumn. The unfettered force of the wind ripped off the furs that had been lost in the treetops, accompanied by a whirlwind and roaring storm. She has never experienced such an earthquake intensity. She was ambushed by a fear she never knew. It didn't end there. Suddenly there was a terrible rumble. The earth started tearing. Trees fell into it and clay was fired to a height where birds of different colors sometimes flew. Roxana dragged between the roots of the tree. She had no choice. Perhaps now is the moment that will decide her journey to the dream. Maybe it's over. The storm has intensified. The earth was shaking even more than before. It was not only ash that fell from the sky any longer, but also clay, which buried everything on the surface in bulk. In the distance, a white light appeared on the horizon. There was a dea deathful explosion. Everything went white and a fire broke out from the blast site, which flew to all sides. The landscape was engulfed in fires that had apocalyptic proportions. The storm settled, the ground stopped shaking, but the fires continued to spread at rocket speed. Roxana quickly recovered and ran away from the spreading fire. On the scattered clay, after which she ran, puddles began to form. The water began to be auctioned off to the surface of the earth. After a while, she was running in the water. after her ankles She caught up to a large rock and began to look at her like a sense of being deprived. When she was on top, she saw what she didn't before. Everywhere in the distance, water was rolling and she was taking everything with her. And burning trees. Tired and clueless, she sat on the ground and watched from above everything that takes place in the distance and approaches the rock. The water carried the whole forest with it. She also abducted wild dogs on her waves, which eventually disappeared under the surface of rolling water. Roxana sadly looked up at the sky as if expecting someone to come and rescue her. That all this is just a bad dream. But no one came. Since fatigue and hunger, she took a nap for a while, but when she woke up, she was given the same look again. It's like she's in hell herself. The water has already reached the rock. Trees, leaves, drowned dogs, furs swam on its surface... Clouds started to tear. The sun's rays appeared here and there. The great disaster had already passed and the water had poured everything around the rock. Before the evening, Roxana realized that it stood out around her new sea. The water was roaring, it was scaling the rock and there was nothing but water far away. She was sitting on a small island in the new sea. There were deposits of wood around the rock, which was the only material for standing a raft and possible rescue. She wasted no time and went downstairs, closer to the surface of the water, to collect thick pieces. She zealously began to build a raft, capturing floating materials, and occasionally the roots that could be eaten got to the rock. So far, that's enough to survive. The apocalypse changes this country unexpectedly and very often. Where the forest was yesterday, today there is a sea...

The raft was done in the evening, and Roxana didn't hold anything on this rock anymore. She sat on a raft and bounced off a rocky shore. The water was stormy, there were chunks of trees floating on her rocky surface and everything that stood in her way was taken with her. Roxana lay down on her back and covered up with fur. At least for a moment, she didn't want to see this endless horror. She was staring at the dark clouds and the ashes were falling in her face. The hukot of water was deaflying and the raft sailed unknown to where. It's not known how long she slept on the raft and whether it's day or night. Darkness, falling ash and humming water seem to stop a time that doesn't actually exist in this country anymore. As she lay and the raft nodded back and forth, she saw the light in the distance. After a while, she realized she was near the shore. She saw earth on the horizon. The dark coastline was already within reach. She saw the lights on it, and that pleased her. There must be people who set them on fire. She couldn't even get up any more, she was too tired, so she was left lying down and drifting towards the shore. She fell asleep again.

The water blew the raft to shore.

She was joined by children and adults and was joined by old men. Their curiosity was stronger than their illnesses, and they all wanted to look at a woman from a lost world. Two men undertook to transport a woman from a raft to their abode made of clay and thick branches. Others pulled a raft out of the water and carried it to the nearest fire, whose flames whipped up the height of the trees. The kids were running around her and y8. After this pilgrimage, Roxana was first on a bed of foliage and covered with new furs. It was warmed by a fire in the middle of a small dwelling. A young woman sat down with her and rubbed her hands and face with unknown oil. She took care of her, washed and combed her hair. Roxana slept deeply and saw the world's tallest tower in mythical Mexico again in a dream. The next day, residents of a small community gathered and lit a new fire near the water. This time the water level was calm and the wind was calm. The ashes fell unassuly, but all generations of communities that survived have become accustomed to it. There were 30 people living here whose dream is to cross the ocean and live forever in paradise across the ocean. All the kids in this community know the fabes of Mexico. An elderly man in ripped fur threw a few more branches into the fireplace and stood close to the raft. "Guys, this is a raft that came to us from an unknown world. From a world that's been destroyed a long time ago, and we don't know if there are any people living in it at all. When a woman wakes up, she has to tell us everything about this ruined world and her life. We all come together, but especially the kids need to know her narrative. It will be so that they can pass on this story to their descendants, and they will again pass on this story to their offspring. A woman with white hair, with wounds from wild dogs, on one raft arrived all the way to us. To the oceanfront. This raft will be a symbol of the courage and perseverance of a woman who is special.

It is exceptional because it came from another world in which life no longer exists and our little land, which has been torn from it for 18 years more than 10,000 years. I declare this day first. It's a sign that something new is starting or coming on the last day of our existence." People stared at the old man and there was a spark of hope in their eyes that countless generations have been waiting for. All they have at their disposal is what washes up the ocean or they find in the ground. No one has ever dared on a wooden raft to sail into the ocean in search of mythically Mexico on the other bank. Those. what they tried in previous centuries did not survive. The ocean has always washed ashore their broken vessels. It's still being talked about today. Everyone is afraid to take this path. But today they got a sign. A woman from a lost country with white hair brought evidence. Proof of courage and hope for anyone who has stopped believing. From this day on, the children will know her story and tell each other. They're going to want to wander around and have adventures just like her. They're going to want to fight wild dogs like she fought. They will sail through the dark waters once they find mythy landscapes. When they achieve that, they'll tell all the stories and fabes they know. They will be entered into books in the new world. The new world will know a woman with white hair as she came from a nonexistent country. What her arms and legs were cut from the beasts that were tearing her victims apart. They will know the coast where the woman appeared on her little raft of branches. Her story will be familiar to the world.

A long time passed and Roxana recovered from pain and wounds. You're used to this company. She helped with routine work and taught young people and children to fight spear. Everyone admired her art of struggle and the attitudes she could take in defence. This woman masters the art of struggle like they've never seen before. She taught them a lot of things. How to survive from the roots of plants.

She taught them to crawl angularly on the ground like a snake and defuse the enemy. Roxana was a woman, a warrior with a spear in her hand. That's how these residents of the dark coast knew her. Her effigy was engraved into an old tree in a dark forest where even adults from the coastal genus are afraid to walk. Her likeness to this tree is a sign, for all evil forces, to avoid this group of people. It's a protection for their children not to have nightmares when the earth is shaking and the storm is taking everything in its path. When the ocean throws strange creatures ashore, they chase the children in horror. Neither fish nor marine creatures have been living in the lost country for a long time. But the ocean sometimes throws out strange creatures like no one's ever seen before. Maybe they're from a mythy country on the other bank. Perhaps there were pilgrims who were still trying to flood the endless waters behind their dream. Coastal dwellers always dig a strawber, and these creatures throw in so no one can see them.

It started a new morning. Roxana woke up and didn't see anyone either in the abode or in the focal times. She slowly dusted herself off the ashes that would get through any roof and go to the forest. But she didn't see anyone there either. But somewhere further away from her, she heard a child's scream. She's back on the coast. To be sure, she also took her spear in the event of a fight and to defend her new home. All the people stood immovable on the beach. They were looking up over the ocean. Roxana stood between them and leaned on the spear. There was absolute silence. Flashes of flying rays from one side to the other could be seen over the ocean in the distance. They were the energetic rays of different colors. Every time, children screamed and happily pointed at a flash of a different color of the energy beam. Their parents explained to them that they were colorful flying snakes over the ocean. Quietly, everyone stood there watching the splendor. An old man went to Roxana and grabbed her so that he does not lose his balance and does not fall to the ground. He was very old and his body no longer served him as it did in his young days. He looked at Roxana and pointed his left hand over the ocean, where light snakes jumped from one side to the other. He took off his severed fur hood, looked at Roxana and sparked hope of something new in his eyes. He pointed his hand over the ocean again and said: "Roxana, look, there's Mexico!"