SOLAL

Solal the giant, guardian of the forest had arrived the day before. On his way, he had deposited brilliant colors, cut, pruned the trees to make them greener, straightened the flowers. Mia stood next to the sleeping Solal. Her feet were sticking out of the bed. Her toes with painted nails, her crimson lips, her hands with scissors were moving. He was dreaming, become an eagle, he flew over the land of darkness. Mia was waiting for Solal to transform her rebellious mop into a hair of golden colors. She threw glitter in the air. Solal opened his eyes, the glitter brought him back to his task of the day: to cut, embellish, color the beings and the surrounding nature to celebrate the light. This year, Mia would be queen.