مشترکہ آڈیو

Morning came slowly... over the silent steppe... But there was nothing to see... No movement... No sound... No sign... that anything had happened... The earth... had already begun to settle... softly... quietly... as if it were healing itself... The place... where the grave had been dug... was no longer clear... The edges... blurred... the marks... fading... Each moment... the land... forgot a little more... But the final act... had not yet begun... Beca