Db 23

He had come. To that white garden. Opened the great tree and.. taken in his hands out the .. red fire bird. She herself had known about the red mark, seen it - but the bird.. he took it out, petted it.. and gently put it back. After that the tree blossomed more brightly than ever.. there was a new light, a warmer light. He was here.. he is.. alive. - and with that knowledge she had found her courage for nothing was lost, never was. The sky had cleared up, all smelled so fresh.. even outside the dome there was freshness. It had rained! After 250 years.. it had rained.. overjoyed she walked, taking off her shoes, feeling the living earth beneath. There is so much to do.. but I have help .. so.. all is going to be OK. :)