Isaac

England, the beautiful kingdom of freedom, and Isaac was its prince, free, Isaac was perfect, kind, played the guitar, the violin, spoke different languages, for example, French or Japanese, it didn’t matter, he was happy

Isaac is now 22 years old, he was walking on the seashore, his favorite place where he often spent evenings watching the sunset and sunrise, or he was lonely, well, this morning, walking on the seashore, he noticed a piece of old wood under his feet, followed by a couple of pieces of glass and coal, and so on, behind a large stone, which was also on the shore, there was a pile of debris, it seemed, a ship, and a child, a small boy, and next to him some unfamiliar man, no, it’s not even a man but a young guy, who looked younger than Isaac, who was lying unconscious on the sand

The guy had pale blonde hair, porcelain skin, he was clearly just above Isaac's elbow, he was very thin and miniature in size, the boy was sitting on his knees next to this stranger, screaming, trying to shake him, in a word, bring him to his senses, sobbing at the same time, and both of them were wet, it seemed like they were carried by the current