Lara began to climb, chasing the darkness. Following its claws

Perhaps the torch was a stick of green fluorescent light


After several hundred meters the blackness began to make sense to Lara And soft color pigments began to emerge from the darkness.

She had passed the threshold of light. She had managed to turn in her view, with a parable of effort, with a parable of feeling, the threshold of light.

What she does not know is that in the other side of light, awaited her an unimaginable world.


Following that she found something. In fact, she found a lot of things.

Now she is here. Living this time.

So, in that vast solitude. In nothing at all, rather than any perception of space and dermal sensation .



Something takes place



The world appears.


Guardian Angel. (Custodio)