The novel of the melody of thirst

They were ahead of me by steps, that was not out of cowardice on my part, but I found no great benefit in catching up with them, we all are heading to the same fate in the end, when life judges us with a single punishment it is futile to race the other doomed ones. - "Neral, hurry up! People are starting to wake up." The tall one among them called me, pointing to one of the passersby at the corner of the street near the library. What is the name of this tall one? I forgot his name, I did not bother to remember his name from the beginning, I stopped storing information a long time ago. Still, he was right, people are indeed waking up, the distinctive color of dawn began to seep through the windows of the houses to tell them that they must welcome another of those things called days, they must spend another day somehow, searching for a morsel, a coat, or laughs to entertain them, until bedtime comes, until the next dawn arrives, or the last dawn, those are the rules of the harsh game, somehow everyone has accepted it, I don't hear anyone objecting. I will object!