“Yıldızlar tutuşabilir,” he whispered into the dry wind. The stars might catch fire.
As he played, the amber sky shifted to a violent crimson. The heat began to bake the earth. People in the village cried out that the end of days had arrived, but Hüseyin only saw a path. The more he poured his sorrow into the music, the more the stars leaned down, shedding sparks like falling embers. HГјseyin Ay YД±ldД±zlar TutuЕџabilir
He wasn't trying to burn the world; he was trying to light a lantern big enough to reach the afterlife. the more the stars leaned down
