He stared at it again. This couldn’t be true. No way did he receive an invite to such an event. He was but a humble carpenter, he had no business with the town council. Yet there it was, undeniably his. He folder the neatly printed document and tucked it into his pocket.
Standing in the dying light, Marco could only hope that it would last just a little bit longer. Little by little everything was fading away. Who he had been, who he was now, who he would become in the future. Soon nothing would be left but an empty shell. He sighed, resigning himself to his fate. This was it. This was the end.