My new life was going peacefully, months had passed, plants grew and withered. The old woman still continued to water the plant and even planted some new seeds. But the winter came, and everything withered.
Everything may not be good, but it was beautiful to me. I had watched everything, calmly, shadow slept, and Malghor accepted his fate. A world filled with loneliness and the old woman, who had been coming regularly to take care of her plants.
I had gotten used to this old woman's visit every day, but the increasing cold seemed to be draining life forces at a rapid pace. I don't know if she could continue to come here regularly or not. Though I don't have any relation with her, I had gotten used to seeing her daily. After all, she was the only human I had seen since I came here.
Finally, one day, the women didn't come anymore. I had already anticipated that, but I felt a slight shift in emotions. I lay there silently, hoping that she won't die like this.
