It was dusk. Light and darkness met on a boundary line
that gave the impression of being a bigger area, an in-
tersection where features do not blend together.
There are creatures who only come out at night,
and they are called nocturnal animals.
Other creatures only come out during the day and sleep at
night to recover vital energy – with their heads on a pillow,
or under a wing or however. Then there are some strange
beings whose existence can only be noticed at dusk.
Strange hybrid, diurnal-nocturnal creatures whose features
do not fit together and who are basically strange beings
in everyone’s eyes. She went out when the garden of the
house began to be covered with a dusty light that quickly
transformed the flowers and other things into something
with increasingly ill-defined outlines, three-dimensional
shadows that became darker and darker.
She was a drape of pale silk that the sun yellows and
consumes. She had an inner harmony that no one could
hear, like a score with