There it was the a chiffon and obsolete tea cup embedded into the ground. The vibrant sun shone down on the teacup and made a scintillation. I strolled around it : Don’t touch it. I hesitated at that voice despite this I touched its soft and silky layer. My worries evaporated into thin air. It was a sensational feeling. The bushes started to bristle in the rather gelid wind. It was only then when I realised something was up. A deep growl filled my ears… Minutes passed yet nothing came until now my knees dropped as knives dug beside my heart. I told you not to.