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Ah, perfect!

How much to rent it?

750 pesos per day.

You just need to sign this.

Okay, sure.

Good afternoon.

Who are you?

I am Andrei.

Andrei?

Parabuac.

Andrei Parabuac.

I'm the new tenant here in Honta de Balay.

I am Lucresia Debres.

They call me Nana Lucresia.

I am the owner of Honta de Balay.

There is sadness in your eyes.

Just as well.

Someone who finally understands.

How long are you staying here?

One month, like we agreed on over the phone.

One month in Pueblo Antimano

feels as long as a year in Manila.

Things take their sweet time around here.

I hope you don't get too lonely,

or go crazy.

Come with me.

Good afternoon.

What can the Honta do for you?

Why are you here?

I don't just let anybody in here.

Are you an artist

working on a project?

Or just some crazy tourist looking for an excuse

to wear a bonnet

or scarf?

I got a grant

from the National Commission for Culture and the Arts

to document the artist community

here in Pueblo Antimano.

What makes you different from others before you?

We've had students,

journalists from big networks…

what else could you possibly get from us

that they have not before?

If there's any.

Well, I'll try to get to know the resident artists here,

like Butch Alipato, Patring Cordero,

and Film director Erik Salamanca.

But unlike the others,

I will be making a film.

I will try to finish the documentary

- using analog technology-- - Pretentious!

Hipster shit!

Vintage crap.

Analog

aesthetic

bullshit.

Ouch.

Oh well.

Just maybe you can try.

But you might have a hard time.

Show them that you're not going to use them

just to elevate the pedigree of your material.

Don't do that.

Alipato, Cordero,

Salamanca,

are brilliant.

Brilliant artists!

They're also haughty.

They are notorious for being recluse.

And one more thing...

Why would they waste time on you?

Who the hell are you?

Not that I'm belittling you.

But who are you, really?

Hi.

- One coffee, the usual. - Okay, ma'am.

- Add another one on the list. - Okay, I'll take care of it.

Hi, Lira!

Fucking shit!

If I get a drone shot of that,

it's going to be a fucking masterpiece!

And if I move in with close-ups of the actors,

it's going to be fucking gorgeous!

Exciting!

You're the best!

It seems like, that's passion right there!

You really are something else, director.

Just like my poems.

I actually just came up with that on the spot.

It just came to me out of nowhere!

Sorry about that, guys.

Hey!

You cool over there?

Yeah!

I'm good, just chilling.

Are you a writer?

Documentarist.

All-in-one! Video and stills.

Director!

He's one of your tribe!

What's your favorite film?

Matrix!

Really?

Mine are stuff from Kurosawa,

Godard, Tarkovsky,

Kubrick, Orson Welles, Coppola,

those are the things I watch.

Damn, deep stuff!

Wow!

I'm Andrei, by the way.

Petra.

Jacobo, and that's Ingrid.

Hi, guys.

You bitch,

it's Director Ingrid.

Oops. Sorry, director.

Sorry, Director Ingrid.

Director Ingrid Kapitbisig.

Nice to meet you, director.

Oh hey, director.

Can't sleep?

Can I come in?

Maybe tomorrow. I haven't unpacked.

You're such a drag.

My room's a mess, too.

Come on, I just want to see your cameras.

We can do that tomorrow.

I have really simple stuff, nothing exciting.

I'll be the judge of that!

- Don't... - Let me see!

You're so pushy.

So annoying.

You know, director,

you should just go to bed.

I'm going to get some rest, too.

I'm wide awake.

Then go drink.

Have some more drinks so you can get sleepy,

calm your nerves, or whatever. Come on.

You better watch out.

I'm dangerous when I get drunk.

I'll eat you up!

Just kidding.

Wow, you're pretty scary, director.

What Ingrid wants,

Ingrid gets.

My last name should speak for itself.

Kapitbisig, Kapitbisig.

Go on, I'm going to get some rest.

You should too.

So behave yourself, director.

I'd like to see you try.

What kind of filmmaker are you?

All talk.

If I was in your place,

I'd say, 'Action!'

Five, four, three, two...

Action!

Director...

We're doing this for one take, alright?

Quiet on the set.

Good morning, Sir.

Who are you?

I'm Andrei. I'm from Manila, a filmmaker.

What do you want?

How did you get in here?

I'm sorry, sir.

I was hoping to get an interview for my documentary.

Who told you I was doing interviews?

Well?

I just wanted to see if I could use this analog

eight millimeter camera...

Fuck off, you sub-cultured bitch.

What, you thought you could seduce me

with your vintage aesthetics?

Fucking hell.

Take that shit to Salamanca!

Moron!

Sorry, sir.

Sorry my ass, go on!

Excuse me.

Morning, Uncle.

Oh, hi, Lira!

What's this, huh?

What compelled you to commit such disrespect?

Sorry about that, Uncle Butch.

Some asshole bumped into me earlier.

Let me guess.

Some scruffy-looking hipster?

You got it!

He just came by here,

he wanted to interview me.

He said he was going to make a documentary

about the artists here.

Everything will be shot on film!

Wow!

Patring, that fucking Salamanca and I were the main trio.

Of course you said no.

Well,

it's not that I don't want to,

it's just that he tried to dazzle me

with form and pseudo-intellectualism.

And the nerve to assume that I'm a sucker for coverage!

It's very annoying.

It's so early in the morning!

A shitty first impression.

If he manages to get Salamanca, I'll agree.

I hope you'll say yes.

He's cute.

Cute?

When did you ever call a man 'cute'?

You often describe them as...

'quaffable yet lacks depth.'

There's also your...

'patriotic yet vitriolic'!

And my favorite.

"A beaut,

but intellectually dilute."

Cute my ass! Now, that's 'dilute'!

Diluted as shit!

I'm choosing the simpler things in life now, Uncle!

That way, I don't have to make lengthy explanations.

In short,

I rely purely on visuals now, Uncle.

Bullshit! Since when?

All your exes were intellectuals,

even if they only barely resembled humans.

- So! - So!

When can I get an opinion on that draft, sir?

That crossword puzzle is my breakfast,

that will be my lunch.

Come back here later this afternoon, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Thanks, Uncle!

Bye!

See you, Uncle!

See ya!

Excuse Uncle Butch.

He's getting old,

more irritable.

You know how it is.

And your timing was terrible!

He really hates getting disturbed while solving crossword puzzles.

I'm Lira, by the way.

Andrei.

Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to hit you.

It's okay.

Is there a nearby coffee shop here?

Where you can sit down and think?

Yeah.

Come on,

I'll take you there.

Just follow me.

It's beautiful. Nice place!

Cute, isn't it?

Can I buy you a coffee?

- Hi. - Okay.

- Hi, Ma'am Lira! - Hi!

Your usual?

Always Sagada coffee.

You come here often?

Yeah.

They actually already call this spot 'Lira'.

Wow.

With all the coffee and cakes that I ordered here,

I'm pretty sure the owner's pretty set on his returns.

Real pretty.

By the way...

I know what you're up to.

Uncle Butch told me about it.

I guess you know all my shit now.

Yes.

If you live here in Pueblo Antimano,

and you're the niece of Butch Alipato,

and you go biking,

that makes you an athlete!

Close, but not quite.

Model?

I'm a writer.

Novels.

Have you gotten published?

Thankfully,

yes.

Wow, this is such a great spot!

It's pretty, isn't it?

Can I ask what the titles are?

Maybe I've read them already.

The first one is called "Umbilical."

But that was obviously years ago.

Then, it was followed by "Marital"...

Oh my god, you're Lira Alipato?

The best-selling Lira Alipato?

Be quiet!

I might get dogpiled by fans.

Sorry, sorry!

I didn't connect the dots…

- Don't sweat it! - Your first name's Lira,

your uncle is Butch Alipato…

So dumb, sorry.

It's fine,

we're fine.

It's not like I expect you to know who I am.

Are you writing something right now?

Actually, you just met them a while ago.

Fuck!

It was the pages I knocked over?

Yup.

I started the draft here in Sagada and I'm working to finish it.

For inspiration?

Nope.

Silence.

I guess by now you've realized

that Pueblo Antimano is a dead spot.

So you might as well toss your cellphone over the ravine.

Every interaction here is done face-to-face.

You can't text or call who you want to meet up with.

If you're trying to look for someone,

you have to search the entire village.

Plus,

the elevation!

Did you know that a sudden change in elevation can affect the brain?

The first time you climb higher, you will feel a sense of euphoria.

Elevation.

So.

Now that you're here in Sagada,

what are your expectations,

considering how it went between you and uncle Butch?

Expectations…

Well, nothing! Nothing, really.

Honestly, if you'd like to know,

a week ago, I didn't really have any plans.

I wasn't even sure I could get up here.

But, well…

Look!

Here I am!

Right?

Drinking such delicious coffee with you.

In short,

I'll go where the wind takes me.

Did you know?

I write all my novels on a typewriter.

I'm still using a typewriter until now.

Really?

I mean, it sucks, I know, when there's revisions and all, but,

it was a gift from my parents.

The last thing and only reminder

that they believed I could write.

Wow!

I see we have something in common.

You're analog, too.

Of course!

In fact, I refuse to publish my books on a digital platform.

Books are books.

To be held and inhaled.

After you read it,

you stow it away in the shelf,

and after a while,

you'll pick it up again,

sift through the pages.

The paper has yellowed now,

and the book smells different,

just like people.

they may change physically,

but their soul stays the same.

If you're free tonight,

drop by my house.

We'll drink a little with some friends,

I'll introduce you to them.

Uncle Butch will be there.

Just relax!

Okay!

Come on.

Careful.

- Who wants some beer? - Me!

Do you want some beer?

- ...manuscript. - Okay.

- It's promising! - I'm glad you like it.

Yeah! but you know there's still a lot of work to do.

So far, I like what I'm reading.

That's good.

Hi!

It's good that you came.

Of course!

I'll introduce you to the others.

Everyone this is Andrei.

Andrei, this is Earl,

my mentor and publisher.

- Uncle, this is Andrei. - Yup.

Ah, shit.

Yes, Andrei.

I owe you an apology.

You caught me in a rotten mood this morning, because,

for the life of me, I could not finish that damn crossword puzzle!

I should be the one asking for an apology, sir.

I was the one who disturbed you.

We're good, then.

But that doesn't mean that I've agreed to be in your documentary.

Understood, sir.

"Sin".

So that not only on my mind.

that I am with you.

That's impromptu.

Really? He's good!

It's a tradition for us during these gatherings.

I hope you've prepared something.

What?

Come on, uncle.

He just got here!

- No, no... - Spare him!

No, Andrei.

Consider this an audition.

Give us a decent poem,

and first thing tomorrow, I will let you interview me.

You can use the typewriter if you want.

Alright, thanks.

My poem for today is called...

Itim (Black)

Have you ever tried to open your eyes

and see a cloud-full of nothing...

and darkness looming over.

Eating you.

Saying you are not enough.

Better to drown it all in alcohol.

Nothing done to these

baseless words.

Apologies, I've nothing to promise,

though I ask for help.

I can hold back or not.

But the fight goes on,

in case the blessings come.

They say it won't come true,

do you believe in god, they ask of you.

What should I do,

when the darkness threatens to take me again?

New friends, sharing new stories.

Within this gathering, I've found a new home.

Laughing like loons,

till the afternoon,

and the night rolled in

whispering secrets within

slowly, I realize

perhaps this is the prize

set upon the end of the road I travelled on.

As midnight comes and goes, so do these friends I know

hiding sly grins

lucid still, despite all they've drunk

returned home to mother, who was none the wiser.

Thanks.

- Nice. - Nice!

Was it good?

Thanks.

Thanks.

Impressive.

- Really? - Yeah!

- Be careful. Here's the kitchen. - Yeah.

- Sorry, I dropped the... - It's fine.

Sorry.

Good morning.

Morning.

Do you want to eat?

I cooked breakfast for you.

How did you sleep?

Well enough.

You?

Really good.

I need to go back to Honta de Balay

for that interview with your Uncle Butch.

Okay.

So...

I'll see you around?

Okay. I'm going to go get dressed.

Okay.

Andrei!

Andrei, darling.

- Nana. - Someone's looking for you.

It's Lira.

Lira?

Lira Alipato?

Excuse me.

Lira.

Uncle Butch has spoken with Patring Cordero.

She's meeting you today.

Don't forget your camera!

Hi.

I finished it.

Which one?

Chapter 16.

Wow!

Congrats! Five chapters to go!

Yup.

Five chapters to eternity.

Lira…

About earlier…

What about it?

Nothing.

Come on.

Come on.

It's here.

Let's go in.

Sorry, Andrei.

You're the only one allowed inside.

But don't worry,

she's expecting you.

You're not coming with me?

Sorry, Uncle's orders.

But… so,

I'll come back for you in three hours?

Alright.

Alrighty!

Thank you!

Ciao, Chairman Mao!

Andrei!

- Hi, Ma'am. - Come in.

Don't close the door, darling.

I'm letting the bad air out.

Okay, Madam.

- Ma'am, can I leave my things here? - Sure.

My God! Wash it off.

- Ma'am? - Come here.

What can I do for you?

I'm a documentarist, Madam…

I know what you do. I'm asking

what I can do for you.

I just need three hours of your time.

There we go!

A practical answer.

Okay.

I'm yours.

Why Andrei?

What made you decide to follow us?

What did you see in us?

Well, Madam… I want get to know myself better...

understand myself more, and see if, someday,

I could be just like you guys.

You know. You can get all of that,

if you have talent.

Or through hard work.

Or sheer luck.

Sometimes you just want to push your way into everything

to get what you want.

And I made it my way.

How about you, Andrei?

How are you going to do it your way?

Want to suck my raisins?

- Get out! - Leave!

- How did you become an artist? - Oh god!

I studied, of course.

Ma'am, last question.

What did you like about being an artist?

Shit, oh god!

Sorry!

I'm so sorry!

Lira!

Lira! Lira, wait.

Lira, I'm sorry.

For what?

Don't worry.

We're good.

It's not like you're my boyfriend.

See you tomorrow.

What's the update on Patreng?

It's all taken care of, sir. I'll go back to her studio tomorrow.

Good!

I'm just curious,

how you made her say yes.

I just proved to her that

you can never underestimate the power of the mouth.

You mean…

you talked your way into her life?

It was that easy?

Yes, Sir.

I'm impressed.

- Shall we begin? - Yes, Sir, let me set it up.

Did you know that most people living in the mountains

have a lesser chance of dying from a heart attack?

It's… physiological.

This has nothing to do with their state of mind

or the magic of Sagada.

Sagada is a magical place, don't get me wrong.

But because the air is thin,

the heart works twice as hard.

If you cut open my chest you'll be surprised to find

that my heart has six-pack abs.

In short, Mr. Analog,

our lives are longer here.

Honestly,

I see it as an unconscious attempt

to live forever.

Literally immortality, sir?

Yes!

Why, wouldn't you?

Ask Cordero and Salamanca, and you'll hear the same.

Whether they admit it or not,

an artist always aspires for immortality.

The goal of an artist

is to bare his soul.

I think it's developing well.

- I like the structure of... - Okay!

I like the structure of where you're going with the story.

I see that the characters are coming to life very well…

Yeah, I worked on that revision for days.

I know, I know, and...

Earl, can you give me a minute?

Yeah. Sure.

Is this about Patring?

Honestly, it's my fault because I didn't knock.

Lira, please.

Trust me, Andrei.

It's fine.

I mean, sure!

We had sex.

And you fucked Patring!

How am I supposed to feel about that?

Lira, I was wrong.

Listen, Andrei.

I am pissed at you.

But not because I was hurt.

I'm pissed at you because you let Patring exploit you like that!

She's notorious for doing so!

I didn't give you that warning because I thought you were old enough

or accomplished enough to say 'No' to her!

But then again,

maybe you wanted it, too.

Lira, no!

I don't care!

Do what you need to do for your documentary.

If you don't mind, Andrei,

I'm going to go back inside.

I still have work to do.

Lira.

You know what?

These past few days,

I was this close to stopping this stupid, crazy plan of mine

after finishing writing my third novel.

And you were part of the reason why I wasn't gonna do it anymore.

But don't worry.

I'm not blaming you.

I've just been like this way before I met you.

Do you remember my shit on altitude?

I am way past euphoria.

Good night, Andrei.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm running out of ideas

who's going to fund my film.

Ingrid, what are you moping about?

You're still so young!

There are always grants out there, every year.

Not just with the NCCA.

You'll get it. Just be patient.

I know because I was rejected several times, too.

You'll get that funding.

I'll go ahead.

You're not going to drink anyway.

Is it alright for me to stay here for a while?

I was hoping you'd say that.

How was your day today?

Exhausting.

It doesn't sound like it has something to do with your work.

A bit of warning,

there are things about love...

I did some stupid things for that, too.

That makes two of us.

That are stupid?

But why do we allow that?

We were hurt by the ones we loved...

In this instance,

I'm the one who hurt someone.

How does it feel to hurt

a woman who has feelings for you?

Complicated? Messy? I don't really know…

This is how it looks like.

I know.

I know, Andrei.

Because no matter how much I resent Romancito,

I take comfort in the truth that he loved me.

How much did he love you?

He loved me down to his very soul.

But the question remains,

why did you hurt her?

Andrei.

Hey, Ingrid.

You're still awake.

I need you now, Andrei.

Ingrid, not now, please.

Go and get some rest.

Goddamn it, Andrei. I will cause a scene.

What?

Wait.

Earl!

How's it going?

Sorry to bother you this early.

Hey, don't sweat it.

Why, what's up? Is there a problem?

Well.

I heard your conversation last night with Lira.

Do you have any idea what she was trying to tell you?

She likes you a lot.

So much.

That's why I need you to fix whatever's happening between you two.

And I need your help.

Despite her brilliance,

and the sunny disposition that she has,

she wants to end her life.

And she's going to do it after she finishes her book.

She's been depressed for a long time now,

since her parents died in a car crash.

You're not going to do anything to stop her?

I tried!

I've tried many, many times to dissuade her!

- And? - But she's too smart!

You're the only one who can help me.

You have to take care of her.

I didn't know that she planned to do that.

My poor Lira.

She's always been a troubled soul.

So beautiful, yet so tortured!

What do you think we should do?

Do you believe in the afterlife, Andrei?

No, sir.

I may be wrong,

but writers have this crazy idea that

a book shall be immortalized once the author kills himself.

So you're just going to let her kill herself?

You're not going to stop her?

Why, can you?

Obviously, you've never lived with anyone

who has had depression.

I was in my late twenties…

when my wife hung herself in the bathroom.

I guess there's no interview today, huh?

I'll go ahead, Sir Butch.

Teacher is here!

Teacher is here!

Hey, Lira's here!

Hi, guys!

Hello, Ma'am!

There's a lot of you today!

Lira!

I want to write about a woman, where,

her parents want her to marry a guy...

That sounds good, Andeng!

But she doesn't love him!

Is it because of tradition?

Or is there a deeper reason?

This is called…

conflict.

This is what happens in a character's journey,

where they want to attain something,

but something is stopping her to do so.

- Take care! - Take care, Ma'am!

Bye, Lira!

- Take care! - Bye, guys!

- See you next week! - Take care!

New friends, sharing new stories

in an old gathering, I've found a new home.

Laughing like loons,

But no judgment...

I guess I'll leave you two for now.

Love.

Ciao.

Chairman Mao.

How are you?

I'm good.

Really?

Yeah.

Did you think you'd be able to see me if I wasn't?

Besides,

I heard from uncle Butch that

you didn't show up for Patring's interview.

Brilliant.

I was still very young when I took this video of my dad.

Looks good.

We look similar, don't we?

You look just like him.

I was still a kid when I would film dad

while he edits his films.

Almost all his life, he spent in his studio.

Hey, Lira!

Uncle!

How is the only brilliant writer in the family?

Good.

Just kicking back,

writing whenever I can.

Good, good!

Who's this?

- Andrei Parabuac, Director. - Hi, Andrei.

Parabuac?

How are you related to Ely Parabuac?

He's my father.

He was a very brilliant and dedicated editor!

Up until his last breath.

Did you know that I worked with your father?

Yes, director, I know.

Your father gave me my first Best Director trophy!

Anything that I owe him,

you shall inherit!

I guess I owe you this one.

Come on, let's go.

Come inside!

- Ely Parabuac. - Go!

Come on, aren't you coming with me?

You can take care of it.

Check, check.

Erik Salamanca. Check.

Thank you.

You truly are your father's son.

That shit's strong, sir.

Magic and Tranquility.

Bullshit!

This is our Mount Olympus.

And we are the gods.

Alipato,

Cordero,

and Salamanca.

We are the Holy Trinity of the Arts.

Butch can try to deny it all he wants

and I will personally shove all his poems down his throat!

Poems that have been regarded as bibles,

because of his followers.

Patring can call blasphemy on all this, and I will reveal,

just how...

just how fucking sticky her vagina is...

- Take care of the editing, alright? - That's fine, sir. That's going in.

So many have cum to worship the goddess of painting!

The Arts inevitably go hand in hand with one's high self-esteem.

Whether they admit it or not,

the elevation of Sagada

is a metaphor

for their unrivaled, boastful

delusions of greatness.

Cut, cut!

Andrei, let's cut it!

- Why, sir? - If you're not going to say anything,

and I'm not talking,

it's a waste of film!

Take care of the editing, alright? Just remove the...

This is good, Direk! It's great!

Thank you so much.

You take care of the editing, okay?

- Ely's boy! - I'll take care of it, sir!

Do you think should I remove...

the bit about her wet vagina...

- Do you like the music? - I love it.

When I think of love…

Excuse me.

We need to talk, Andrei.

What's the matter with you?

Are you avoiding me because of that woman?

- Ingrid, please! - Bullshit!

After you fucked me on your first day here?

Did that mean nothing to you?

Ingrid, please.

What the hell do you think I am?

Your welcome fuck at Honta de Balay?

Ingrid, please. Don't do this right now.

You fucking asshole!

Where are we going?

Anywhere.

When you came into my life.

I really stopped for a moment.

Now my book will have its new ending.

and I hope that it'll be beautiful.

I hope that I could still stop your world from spinning.

And that I'd be given a chance to change your plan.

and bring you to my world.

I was planning to kill myself up here.

Jump off that cliff.

Once I was done writing my third novel,

I was going to kill myself.

These past few days…

I opened a new chapter in my life…

I will keep writing, Andrei.

My novel isn't done yet.

Thank you!

You fucking asshole!

I've finally found you!

You bastard!

How dare you make me wait for nothing!

Who the fucking hell do you think you are

to disrespect me like that!

Can you please stop? Not here!

No, you stop!

We are equals here, Butch!

Let go of me!

Are you crazy?

That fucking documentarist needs a lesson!

And make them fucking realize that he doesn't have

an iota of right to disrespect someone like me!

You're nothing but shit under my slippers!

Asshole!

Fucking hell!

You! All of you!

You are nothing but clumps of shit

on Patring's fingers

every time she washes her ass!

Andrei! I'm right, aren't I?

We are the gods! And you, you are the moss

floating on the water that we walk on.

Antimano Artisano!

The festival for the Saints of the Arts!

And all of you devouts!

You have no clue of the filth that your gods hide!

Cut!

Cheers! Come on, where's the music? Butch, Patring, come on!

Come on!

Come on! Everybody! Let's party!

Come on, come on!

What the fuck!

What, Andrei?

Too much for a Saturday night?

Does she know you're my fuck buddy at Honta de Balay?

Lira, it's not true.

Lira, it's not true.

This asshole fucked me two times!

After he seduced me with his sensibilities

and me, idiot that I am,

let myself be fucked!

No, you listen here!

- You need to listen to this! - What the hell, Ingrid!

Goddamn it! What the fuck!

Lira, let me explain.

You fucking assholes!

- Fucking hell, Andrei! - Lira.

He fucked me!

You assholes!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Do you have any idea how much I gave up for you?

Huh?!

- Sorry... - Let me go!

- Please. - Let me go, Andrei!

You even took my own fucking death from me!

How dare you!

- How dare you! - Lira, I'm sorry.

- Fuck you! - Lira.

Andrei!

Let her be.

I know my niece.

Now is not a good time.

That's how much it hurts to lose something that's important to them, Andrei.

You deserve that.

As much as I deserve this satisfaction.

Goodbye, Andrei.

You fucking bitch, get out of my face.

Don't ever show your face to me again, you bitch.

I told you to take care of her!

You're not a man.

She's so…

She's so delicate, she's so lovely…

What did you do?

Huh?

You just broke her heart!

She was falling in love with you, and what did you do?

I can't even look at you.

You're worthless!

Have you seen Lira?

Do you know where she went?

She didn't say anything to you?

Have you seen Lira?

Yes, she was here.

She was here a while ago.

It's strange because she said she missed me,

and kissed me on the forehead like she usually does.

And then left.

Lira!

Andrei.

I know who you are now.

And I forgive you.

But you must also understand who I am.

And just like you,

I'm at the mercy of the wind.

I, too, am slowly fading into the heavens.

I don't want to be a burden to you, Andrei.

But I want you to know,

that I love you so much.

So let me go, my love.

No, Lira.

Trust that we will meet again.

And if it's not too much for you,

please…

Please, will you wait for me?

I will find you.

Lira.

Lira, I love you so much.

I love you.

Have you ever tried to open your eyes

and see a cloud-full of nothing...

and darkness looming over.

Eating you.

Saying you are not enough.

Better to drown it all in alcohol.

Nothing done to these

baseless words.

Lira!

Apologies, I've nothing to promise,

though I ask for help.

I can hold back or not.

They say it won't come true,

do you believe in god, they ask of you.

What should I do,

when the darkness threatens to take me again?