Wandering through its well-known routes into the cave, one day Pasha again approached the edge of the cliff that long ago, tried to jump into what seemed to be light.
not know if it was unwittingly, or perhaps longing for the past was not, but the instinct to get closer to see what could be the way to the light was stronger than the precautions pointed his mind. However, the light he had known long before it was very different from today: no longer the strong light before, but a red rays coming from the other side of the cliff and, from time to time, diminishing their presence within of the cave.
Pasha waited and waited, until finally the light went out the other side. There was no light, but Pasha was accustomed to the darkness and the new evening was not a problem for him.
Hours later, even in complete darkness, Pasha felt a strange noise around you.
looked like a flutter, but not bat. No, it was something different.
When he had opened his eyes again and get used to the darkness of the cave, he noticed a small winged companion was at beside her, flying across the cave had come a little Swallow carrying a sprig of berries.
Pasha hesitated and her eyes were wet, but soon prove ephemeral sweet taste of small fruits of the outside world. Although her dreams spoke of a land full of light and sweet fruit on the other side of the cliff, the accident and lack of light had made him want to forget that reality. However, that world was still there, waiting, even in complete darkness, and sent him a proof that, indeed, was there.
Perhaps this world would never know. Perhaps the sweet blueberries and Pasha were not there when I could jump. However, this taught him to swallow the world if it existed and that his dreams never lied.
