Sleep was unable to come to him, so it continued to haunt him until he was seized by a deep sadness, an overwhelming torrent of turbulent emotions, as he bid farewell to an entire world and found himself in the grip of another world. He felt that the way back was blocked by locks he could not open, but at the same time he had a longing for tomorrow and the curiosity of someone who loves secrets that he wants to uncover from those around him, everywhere, and a strong will that refused to dissuade him from what was inside him. This contradictory mixture between his fragile interior and his solid exterior was a result of those contradictions that he had witnessed in his life. He was swallowed by darkness and silence in this room whose dimensions and size he did not know. There was no sound in the place, no light except the faint light of the moon coming from the window. That light gave hope as it dimmed little by little until the sun of life rose again.