The days have passed and we find ourselves again in this place where we can share stories through digital images that the friend @xpilar has done well to give us. This time the image is as follows:

My story begins with an ordinary day, one like any other. Due to the lack of light in the village, we all used to gather around a bonfire in a small square on moonless nights. There, Doña María shared stories with us that we often didn't know if they were real or a figment of her fruitful imagination.

The story that night was different because, according to her, it was something that had happened a long time ago in the frozen mountains of a village where a tribe of water nomads lived. The villagers said that on sunny days and nights when the moon was full, they used to see flashes of light that many of them, when they encountered them head-on, were temporarily blinded and disturbed by their magnificent brightness, so that when they regained their sight and tried to remember what had happened to them, they could not.

It is said that on one occasion, planes from the earth kingdom hovered over these mountains late on a full moon night and from the air they saw the bright lights. For several days the planes passed by as if they wanted to land, but the rocky mountains and the ice on the surface did not allow them to do so.

One early morning the villagers were awakened by a very loud sound coming from the mountains, it was a sound so loud that even the earth beneath their feet cracked. It was the planes, they had returned loaded with bombs, trying to make their way across the ice so they could land and search for what had attracted their attention. They spent a long time trying to break through the ice that covered the mountains with no result until one of them managed to open a large crack that broke the ice enough for one of their planes to land.

When they got off the plane, the three crew members began, without wasting any time, to search for "that Light" that they saw shining from the sky and dazzling everyone's eyes. They carried with them all the tools necessary to work the ice in case they were buried in it. They walked for long hours in the cold and when they were about to give up, one of them saw a small glow that was barely noticeable in the mass of ice. They ran to it, took out their tools and dug.

After a long time of digging, they found what they were looking for and when they tried to touch it, a light came out of its centre so strong that they all fell to the ground fainting. When they came to, they could see nothing and all memories of previous moments were erased from their memory, they were not even sure why they were there.

Soon their comrades began to radio them, concerned about how long they had been out of contact, and they responded. When asked about what they had seen that had forced them to come down, they said it was just the ice, which, when projected by the sunlight, caused the flashes. They returned without being able to take anything with them.