The second time, passing through the stone arch, Lina did not strive to reach the top of the mountain quickly. Following the words carved on the arch, she tried to sort herself out.
Try to understand a part of yourself and put all these pieces into one and finally become whole.
Her steps were slow, but confident and steady. Step by step, under the changing force of gravity, she asked a lot of questions about her origin and about herself.
As before, the path leading up became steeper, slippery, and uneven as she progressed.
And soon Lina heard the first echoes of whispers.
Those voices again. The voices of her acquaintances. The voice of her father, and even the voice of her so-called mother.
As soon as the voices became audible, her confident and firm steps trembled.
