Mountains were black, as if covered with soot. A gloomy
landscape. On one of the sooty sites in front of the dark pharynx of the
cave people were working. People? Liswas not at all sure of this.
Wrapped from head to toe in black, clothes as dirty and soiled as
everything around, they made up a whole with a bleak landscape. But
the outlines of their figures and measured movements still resembled
human ones. Lis couldn’t say more precisely which creatures were
working there. Slowly, as if they had an eternity in reserve, they rolled
some iron barrels into the cave. As black as these mountains, and these
entities and this cave, in the depths of which Lis caught a glimpse of the

flame. From time to time its distant but bright reflections burst from the
depths, illuminating the arches of the entrance and the platform. In these
moments, the creatures froze, as if waiting, then again took up work.
Lis, fascinated, watched their tricky actions. He didn’t know who they
were, and what the name of the place was, but he KNEW what was in
these barrels! Remains. The human remains.