Friday 13th.

Friday the 13th, an insidious day for those who live on the cliffs of Lima. It is said that in winter, if by chance you fall beyond the ravine, your death will be sweet, you will enjoy the soft blow against the rocks, the crystals that are forged in the frozen sky will riddle you with their innocent kisses, and when your blood splashes, it will evaporate like puffs of dry ice, from which sylphs will be born. 

Are you ready to fly through the mists eternally?