From the sky, cities were seen as huge swarms of cells that glowed and darkened permanently. The shadows advance or retreat to the swaying of the winds that seemed to accommodate the new circumstances. The shadow of death had left us. The struggle of science, doing research with its thousands of eyes in the depths of living beings, and listening in the different forms that it presented, they could never defeat it. It didn't matter that they cornered her momentarily. She multiplied because she needed her shadow to hover over all of us. Some despised her and amused themselves by calling her at the wrong time. Yet she was rushing to do her duty. He quickly organized his abode. Then came the rigidity of the body, and very soon the worms merged with it into a new being that was integrated into nature. He patiently spun the decomposition of one life, transforming it into another, until it became part of the matter from which it had been germinated. He enjoyed all of this. I can't remember it very well, but I know that for millennia we fled from his presence, that presence that was a shadow that mourned our hearts, stealing the heat from our bodies without asking our permission. Now we were mired in sadness. His absence seemed definitive. It all started in a casual way. We prepared giant bonfires in order to celebrate the ephemeris of the colonization of outer space that we believed to be unique. And it was not so. We lived in one of the many spaces that exist everywhere. We discovered that our space was more restricted than we expected. There were many manifestations of matter by which time transformed it at speeds almost impossible to quantify. Time absorbed us in infinity of labyrinths not previously inhabited by matter or life. It was nothing. In one of those spaces while we are organizing the commemorations that I am telling you, death left us. As simple as that. We knew this because the solar system seemed to have been anchored in the center of the universe. The sunlight was static. Its fire cooled and the night stretched out to make us forget the calendar that we patiently built for centuries with the help of the constellations and the Gods. As the wrinkles in the earth were not enough to cover each one of our bodies, we had to paint them with saliva, to remember that a lot of time passed in our surroundings. We were ancient, just beginning to conquer the world. Our insights they changed each other upside down and we could see them through our shadows that stretched and shrunk, identical to that of cities as we tried to remember the world we live in. Finally, we decided to forget about death. A shadow appeared in the sky. We had found another space and another death in another time. The cities took on another grayish hue and the concrete shadows blur the new shadow that was growing. At dawn, a new summer shone in our eyes. Only then could we verify that the memories surfaced and the shadow spread throughout all our pores. Death returned in another way. We had to invent a new calendar.