Part I
Bloodshot and unblinking, the black eyeballs of the dandelions follow the movements of the young man walking by them, stretching and twisting their spindly necks as to catch a last glimpse of his back before it disappears into the sea of the other identical-looking backs. The students´ uniforms were a deep crimson, a highly relevant fact amongst the townsfolk of this small town. Not perhaps the colour, per say, but rather its lofty implications. The honour and privilege the blood red carried, the mark of a successful future for the lucky hundreds who wore it, and its promise to forever break their shackles from a dirty and laborious life. Proud parents would cry from joy. Our girl! Our boy! A student of Audrhil Academy, the first in our family! To move out of town! Into the city! T
