I took you by the hand and I took you running and laughing at the base of the tree of the world. Around us, the rest of the universe moved slowly and I only thought of melting our bodies under their gargantuan branches, without being disturbed by the tremors that took place below, deep down in the subsoil where the roots of Yggdrasil were devoured slowly but irremediably.
We did not care The Ragnarok would arrive soon and everything known would be ravaged by bloody battles and desolation, but as it was written in the stars, it would be you and me alone to repopulate the world from among the ashes.
And so, under the shadow of the tree of the world, we fucked without worry or rest until the sunset came and the very existence shuddered before the compasses of distant drums of war.
The final judgment had begun and I could only think of lying next to you for all eternity.