I finished the wedding at dawn, as one should. It got quieter and quieter, and then the birds started to sing. Not even sing, rather scream. Especially one screamed persistently. Not any exquisite, nuanced trills, but a persistent, rhythmic scream. That's how it was.

But it ended. I wonder what actually happened here. And I come to the conclusion that the Nation met its shadow.

My head is spinning. I am lying down. Please do not wake me up.