Finally, a young woman approached who was not dressed in black.She had a vessel on her shoulder, and her head was covered by a veil, but her face was uncovered. The boy aproached her to ask about the alchemist. At the moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him.

When he looked into her dark eyes and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the world spoke the language that every one on earth was capable of understanding in their heart.

It was love.Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert.Something that exerted the same force wherever two pairs of eyes met, as hed their here at the well.

She smiled, and omen-the omen he had been awaiting without even knowing he was,for all his life.