Dyana was crying softly in Klein's arms, and her body was still shaken by silent sobs. He held her firmly against him, one hand slipped into her tangled hair, and he slowly caressed her head with infinite tenderness. His fingers passed and repassed over her nape, which gradually soothed the tremors that still ran through her. Around them, the Genesis domain had half collapsed, and its ruins shimmered faintly under the pale light of the sky. The blood-red flowers were losing their glow one by one, because their petals were wilting like tired hearts. Besides, the blood mist was slowly dissipating in the air, which made the horizon more readable.
