There are many universes.
In one of them, you are a queen.
And you live forever, or at least you think you do, because you will forget the rest.
Shuffling between your chambers and flowery balconies.
It will always be July 13th for you.
You will always smell gunpowder in the air, and not care.
The summer winds will ruffle your hair and make you shiver
And you will never bow.
In another, you are dancing in a shiny ballroom.
You’re young and beautiful.
That night was made for you, handpicked with kindness by your mother.
And you will sway, waltz gently, jewels trembling with your legs.
You do not know your future; the handsome man’s buttons only promise love.
And you dance, perfect circles of awe and desire.
Because the gods loved you, and decided the last waltz of the Empire belonged to you.
After all, you were the one who breaks chains.
The third one has you running away across the country, because a woman must not speak.
A woman who knows must stay silent and endure.
A woman like you could burn like the blood in your veins.
Too much power, daughter of the wolf, too much sadness in your eyes.
You will teach and you will heal, and you will bequeath your gift to someone else.
You will feel fear, the weight of the world on your shoulders.
You know the dawn of time, and you will have nothing.
See, there are as many universes as you like. What will you be next time?
An Italian model for Raffaello, a nun in the divine silences, a loving wife?
The question is rather easy. With all those portals above me, why this one?
Why a scared young woman, October 12th, 2013, why not a brave Resistance officer?
Why pain and nothingness, lies and petty sorrows, boring routines, when you could have the world at your feet?
Why the tragedy of mediocrity and not greatness?
Because you see, volchitsa, this universe might be different.
The gods saw you saving countries and books, and know that now there is only one thing left you have to protect.
Yourself, with your bones and rivers and hanging gardens.
This universe is different, volchitsa.”
This is the one where you survive.