When I woke up I immediately realized that I could wait no longer to meet her. We had grown up like sisters in the great woods of the Aneatic lake area. But that was before the war.

Now our whole kin was spread around the world.

Only few had chosen the direction I took after the first bombs fell. I chose to go to the center of destruction, the focal point of violence. To end it where it began.

She opted for another way. She wanted to rebuild home far away, in a supposedly safe area. I had been of the opinion that there is only one place you can call home, impossible to be rebuild. We parted and I miss her ever since.

But I strongly felt that today was the last day I could live without her presence. I knew what I needed to reach her was complete silence. Not easy to find in a city like Cowmos.

I chose to go to the underground as far as I could. Fortunately the former metro was built really deep down in this city.

After walking for hours through the darkness of empty tubes, I found a perfectly silent place. I sat down and looked inwards.

I had to search for her inside me for very long since we hadn’t used this connection for years. Also, she might not have been at a silent place when I tried to reach her in the beginning. I knew it would take a lot of patience from me. When I almost gave up, I heard her distant voice responding:

Is it really you?
Where have you been?
Come home.