The night vanished into black. John faded away in his wool bed. Through the half-opened window, the cool breeze of nature hugged him. Around was empty. Plants were sleeping and standing. Something extraordinary. While he was swept away by sleep, the wind fetched through the wall's cracks a strange sound in the bushes. He woke up jerking., with a half-mind, he entered into his cotton clothes and his feet led him to the outside his head rotated to all the corners searching for something.

                                 Once again, the sound queued at his ears. His face, as red as a tomato, became pale. He walked step by step into the thick bushes. Small clunks and branches scratched his legs. A wild smell broke his nose. It made his entire body like a witch. His wlungy eyes caught something. His body froze as ice. The heart started to pump as an angel of death followed it. His legs hesitated to walk. He stood there as a “living dead” for minutes. It took time to recapture his consciousness into the reality. He understood Azrael (A) had visited there.