What is lurking in the mirror? Grief.
What is stirring beyond the wall? Calamity.
—Anna Akhmatova
Kakania: Just so ...
Kakania: Look, it's no harder than tying a sailor's hitch.
Kakania: exhale
Kakania: Maybe, it can protect us from this disaster.
Kakania: ...
Kakania: Yes, right.
Kakania: It is as simple as this, right.
Kakania: ...
She holds up the knot in her hand.
But there are no cheers of jubilation.
Despite the knots in their hands, the people around her have all started to melt away in the rising rain.
Kakania: ...
She is the only survivor. Her arm drops to her lap, and she looks absently at the knot in her hand.
This is the only thing she could do.