A Alma do Homem é Feminina

A thunderous crash resounded.

I hadn't seen what fell, but my head spun with dizziness. Instinctively, I thought it was over—would I survive this? My body swayed and toppled to the ground.

In a daze, I arrived at a dark place, not knowing where I was. My mind was a chaos of thoughts, searching in vain for any clue to my circumstances...

Suddenly—a heavy blow landed on my back with a loud smack. My body, already at its limit, trembled violently. A strange terror seized my heart; a chill surged from his body through mine, leaving me haunted by a ghastly cold. Goosebumps prickled across my skin. I turned to look—a young man, clad in gray-black clothes, lay sprawled across my back, about twenty-something years old. Who was he? I furrowed my brows, unable to recognize him. At that moment, his body felt weightless, like a scrap of paper. What was happening? Why was he on my back? His close physical proximity infuriated me, and I was about to ask when his eyes glinted with malice. Twisting his head from my back, he stared at my face for a moment and demanded, "I heard you bully others all the time?"

"What do you mean?" I replied, already disgruntled and confused by this sudden trouble.

"Playing dumb?" He pointed with his finger. "There!"

His words drew my gaze. All I could see was a gray, barren slope—nothing of note where he pointed.

Yet, in my memory, there was a man who looked just like him, though his name escaped me.

He said nothing further, but rolled halfway over on my back, pres