Medusa

    If fear materialized, it would surely be Medusa. No, this is not Greek mythology, but anyone who hears about it thinks it's myth and those who know it have their eyes petrified literally for minutes.

    Medusa is small and has about 5,000 inhabitants and each of them was generated and raised without ever leaving it definitely. The city seemed like an isolated part of the world where our definition of civilization means absolutely nothing. People were dressed in white symbolizing mourning when they lost a war; when they lost someone important they would throw their bodies into the sea and choose a close relative to be thrown into company. No one got married; To preserve the citizens of Medusa, a draw was made to define a couple and to raise a baby. The draw was made annually and, if the baby did not survive, the parents were thrown into a volcano just 7 km away. Everyone knew that life was not a special thing; it was just a consequence.

    The city had no mayor or any responsible authority. Everyone followed the culture that was passed from father to son. What was hereditary was also the color of the eyes: yellow. There is no record of anyone born there who does not have this color in their eyes. Besides that, they were all different. It was not enough the strange way of the inhabitants of Medusa, even the trees were strange. 

    I would say everything was unusual. The mist covered the entrance to the city which, by the way, was really isolated; all inhabited cities were at least 1,700 km away. The trees I quoted surrounded all the triangle-shaped houses; all very tall and old; some with no leaves or signs of life, but even the dead trees gave another signal; one that said "I saw everything, I know everything." It was automatic and seemed telepathic such a message.

Another detail is that there was rust on almost everything even if it wasn't made of iron or a nearby chemical element. The volcano, which was the only noisy neighbor, made the place a little cozy compared to the freezing breeze that a distant ocean brought. No one listened to music there nor even knew of the existence of any musical instrument. People are speechless but because they wanted to, and it was only known because they gave evidence that they listened very well to any sound, since no one ever said anything. Even so, they had their own language. Writing and reading were a priority. They could write about anything but Medusa. 

    Although it seems that so many singular things were provided with some kind of unknown belief to us, they had no god; they simply didn't believe in anything. Such silence of voice was filled with the deafening noise of air that, while keeping people alive, also shouted in his ears "Why do you insist on breathing?" So everyone sighed tirelessly instead of just breathing in and out. When at times someone finally ran out, he threw himself into the sea willingly thinking he had long since died. 

    Another country sent reporters and onlookers to investigate their lives. So today is a happy day; it's war day! Everyone leaves home, but most only watch those who come out with more powerful battle tanks and weapons than ours because of the extended manufacturing and testing time. Medusa's army members are chosen without discretion; Those who want to fight go, those who don't want just stay and follow their lives until they discover that it was better to go than to stay and stare into the abyss.

    I didn't go, I came. I am the millionth reporter who wanted to know more about the darkest place on earth and, for the first time, they allowed anyone to write about Medusa; so that could be the last time they want try. Certainly, this is the last time I write.