Bodies fall in slow motion. Time walks on, in slow motion, as bodies fall. Bodies falling slowly towards the dust on the floor. Visions blurred by clouds of dust. Blurred visions of falling bodies. Tense faces frozen by bodies that fall in slow motion. Eyelids drooping. Eyes no longer wanting to see. The eyes of the bodies waving goodbye to a world with blurred vision. Dust in the eyes of the world. A hand opens and closes on emptiness. A body reaches for the ground. Feet detach themselves from the ground. A tense face crashes into the dust. A thousand grains of dust - of sand - embed themselves in the face of the fallen body. Cries arise, like anxious silences; cries like bodies falling towards the sky. Anxious silences etched into the tense faces. Silence reigning over the bodies that fall in slow motion. The dust embeds itself into the anxious silences, like deep wrinkles to be kept forever.