The Last Day of Winter
A young man from Madrid presents us with a magical world with the desire to conquer the islands of time.
I’ll be back!
I still remember their voices, their faces, the sounds of their laughter. I can still smell the fragrance of the fields and the woods; still see the sparkle in their eyes reflected in the firelight. Their conversations, their sighs, their laments are still ingrained in my mind. And in my heart, the feats of the great heroes of past times are still engraved in words of fire.
For, although they may be just legendary characters to you—men and women from long ago—for me they were and always will be my companions, my friends.
That’s why I’ve called you, so that you may now be the witness of my past, of my pain, of war, and of death. But also of the love, the passion, and the sacrifice that we all made before two suns shone in our sky.