Her son was dead before her very eyes. She held his lifeless body in her hands. All her efforts, sacrifices she had made, were in vain. Suddenly, a cocktail of anger and revenge overflowed in her mind. In those few minutes that passed, death scattered everywhere like the enticing scent of a passing beautiful woman. Now everyone hunted her. She emerged from hiding and began to run through the mountains. She couldn't go on any longer. She hadn't understood what she had done, what had happened. The gentle, fresh breeze of the mountain touched her blood-stained face. What a wonderful view. Nature generously served its beauty. If only she understood that this was her last free moment of life. Perhaps she would meet her son. Would this be her redemption?
