As soon as Marco's digital alarm clock lit up at 7:30 , the rhythm of Evanescence's My Immortal flooded the room like a sweet and penetrating summons. Marco rolled over slowly in bed, trying to re-enter the dream that he had been having.

He was alone, on the peak of a high mountain that was rocky and partially covered with snow; in front of him was an endless precipice. The sky was dark and full of gloom, with large clouds plowing across it quickly, carrying strong electrical charges that flashed like lightning here and there. A livid and surreal atmosphere enveloped the landscape. He was afraid. Strange forebodings of death circled around him while a soft wind blew on his shoulders from behind. Suddenly a cry tore through the silence. His brother Tommaso was calling him desperately from a little lower, on the right, while a huge black eagle grasped him in its talons and carried him away, rising majestically toward the emerald sky. An icy chill traveled through Marco's whole body. All his muscles and his nerves grew so taut that they almost tore. He had to do something; he had to save him…But how? The eagle was