Repose

Szymon walks her pilgrimage among the silver desert. Her follower, Alun, following her in her footsteps.

She stops for a moment to rest on a boulder, dark shadows sink deep below her eyes and her face has only gotten older. She sits in silence.

Alun enquires to Szymon; “We’ve been walking for so long now, Szymon. What lies ahead for us? For you?” Szymon, unmoving, replies “Pain, Torment, Misery, and then finally, Death.”  She rests her temple on her hands. "That's what's waiting for us in the end of our jouney."

Alun pauses to reflect on this response. “... So why?” he musters, “What’s the point?” Szymon then finally turns to Alun, looking at him directly; their eyes meeting, she speaks firm yet humbly: “Because it is my faith, it is my virtue, and it is my destiny. I must follow this path, for I know it to be good and true.”

The two sit in silence.