Jean Claude

You had a deep-rooted habit of taking walks through the forest on cloudy days, always until you reached that old gloomy mausoleum where you used to spend time in solitude with the noises of nature. Reading or simply talking to nothing about everything that you couldn't tell someone because you didn't have friends. You did not know the identity of who owned that bed of eternal rest where there was only an old painting already battered by the passage of time in which the blurred majestic figure of a man could still be seen. Today when you arrived with your books under your arm to read quietly, you came across the grave made a mess of rubble. You stopped a few meters away thinking about the situation, until a tall man with a pale and haggard appearance, with an Imposing height and somber, Victorian-style clothing emerged from the trees "Today is a good day without sun, I assumed you would come and I took the audacity to go out to say hello and reciprocate your company."