That snowflake was a raindrop once upon a time, in a land far away. It passed through a sumptuous palace with a magnificent library, and witnessed exquisite gardens, extravagant fountains and unspeakable cruelties. It carries within the memories of its previous lives. The aura of an Assyrian king is impressed upon it, like an invisible fingerprint. Gently, it alights on the baby’s face, dropping between his open lips.
