This story begins in a forgotten town, by those who built it and lived once in it.
Only ruins of a small village remained, mingling with the green of the trees and plants, covering every stone house and building that still stood in spite of time and the green blanket of nature that took over them.
Among all of them, an old church with its tall tower that stood at the top carrying a bell stood out, still keeping visible, keeping the memories of its echo of days gone by that will never come back.
Under the tower still on the roofs of the old church, lived a group of sparrows, with total freedom and at ease, they had a lot of space and place, however, their happiness was not complete, they always lived fearful and sleepless, the reason all this was due to a mysterious event that always happened during some nights when the full moon shone with more intensity something scared them.
During the night, they told, in the big tower strange noises were heard and a strange song that terrified them, and it was not because it sounded like a lament or a scream, but because they did not know from whom or from whom that song came. But they did not venture to stalk, because with the dark night and fear, it paralyzed them and their cowardice would not let them do more.
And so they got used to live, and although not every night were like that, when that song did not accompany the night, they could sleep peacefully.
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