Chapter 22
It rained, all day, every day . The rain fell continuously as though it intended to wash away everything in the world .
The living and the dead were being equally washed by the rain .
The man was standing in front of the grave for about half an hour, being constantly hit by the rain .
The mist created by the rain washed out all the colors and the constant thud of drops dampened all sounds .
Everything seemed to sink into the rain .
It was a cemetery . A place for the decaying . A place of eternal peace . All human endeavors eventually return to silence .
A man had come from far away, from Berlin . He had to fly, boarding planes, several times, and once the taxis were gone, he continued walking, arriving at the Nuremberg countryside .
What he was looking for was right before his eyes .
At a corner where the crosses and tombstones lined up neatly .
He knelt and stared at a rugged gravestone that didn’t really resemble her in life . It was still brand new . The letters were clearly engraved .
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Emma Wieland .
Schöpferin von Legenden, ruhet nun hier eigenst als Legende .
A Creator of Legends, now rests here, a Legend herself .
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The man had neither an umbrella nor a raincoat .
He was kneeling in the rain . Cold mud got all over his pants . The coldness and dampness permeated his body through his clothing .
The cemetery was still calm .
There was only the sound of the rain on the grass .
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“It’s not over yet…” he muttered .
“I won’t let it be over…”
He turned back and left the cemetery .
In the rain, the man walked with a determined step .
As he moved away from the grave, the man began to melt into the landscape and fade away, eventually sinking completely into the rain .
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