Author: Esben Nørgaard | Date: Day 0
The ash snow fell during the night, leaving no scent, only silence.
She knelt in the crater. Still, precise. Around her, time slowed. When I approached, I heard my grandfather’s final prayer in her silence.
And my daughter’s first word—which I never witnessed.
I woke up coughing ash. Every object in my house is now slightly misaligned, like they belong to someone else’s world. In my mirror, the reflection blinks late.