Indecipherable

Silvain had a cold, the doctor who came to the mansion with Gaspard told us. He prescribed some more effective medications, advised him to stay in bed, and on Sunday if he followed the health specialist's instructions, he would be as good as new.

Don't worry, I was able to go home knowing that Lebrun would stay with him tonight. Silvain's words continue to hammer my head, like a scroll that opened from that moment and I cannot close.

I was Cristian once, but not anymore. I learned to be perfect, under that gaze... breaking into pieces. I will not be a loser again, losers have no place in this world.

From the various paintings, portraits, a phone call outside the cabin, knowing about that Cristian is the biggest unknown. Some things are broken down, but the existence of a Cristian surpasses everything.

How many questions, few answers. No, I don't have a single hit actually. I collect doubts, vague conjectures that continue to waver between certainty and discard, never in