And when she rose from the water, proud of the immense catfish clutched between her teeth, a creature that had put up a fierce struggle, it was not the joyous cries or the cheers of her clan brothers and sisters she heard, but a suffocating silence. There was nothing, no one, only herself and her deserted village, barely stirred by the cattle wandering freely. What had happened?

The fisherwoman slowly emerged from the water, frozen in astonishment by such a sight. She could scarcely believe her eyes. What had transpired? She wandered through the village, once vibrant and loud, now empty and in ruins. She was speechless. Not a sound, not a scent—everything had vanished, erased from her reality.

Yet, no sorrow, no fear washed over her. It was an emptiness, an emptiness that had always been. It had been her village, but now it was no longer. She was the daughter of the torrents, the shark hunter, the warrior of the murky waters...

The water had made her reborn, and in this other life, she knew she would have a destiny here too.

Standing amidst the wreckage, her catch caught between her jaws, her gaze lost in the horizon. There was no one else, but fortunately, the world still had her.