Purple Regret - News The streets of Babylon were a place of meetings, laughter and lively discussions as long as the sun reigned over the city where Semirira reigned. But at night, when the silver orb of the moon competed in brightness with the twinkling stars, they were gray and forlorn. The claw-like branches of the trees seemed to reach out toward Pyramus as he wandered among the roads, wrapped in his cloak. The buildings cast long, terrible shadows as the soot-bellied clouds let the moon's rays through. A shiver ran down Pyramus' spine as an icy wind blew across the back of his neck. He began to run towards the imposing fountain which was called the Tomb of Ninus. He saw the moonlight sparkling in the clear waters of the fountain, and his breath caught in his throat. Where was Thisbe? Her virginal white robes should stand out in the deserted square like a candle in the darkness. “Thisbe! Thisbe!” he called, his eyes searching the surroundings for his love. “Thisbe! » His voice echoed in the silence. She wasn't there. Couldn't she have come? Had her father surprised her? Had he locked her up, forced her to admit it, made her swear not to see him again? And then suddenly, the blood froze in Pyramus' veins. The wind blew very lightly on the soft earth, but it had not erased the traces of the round paths. paws out. A lion. Pyramus' gaze followed the trail left by the feline, his heart thumping against his ribs like a trapped animal. A cry died on his parched lips. A veil. The white veil of chastity that Thisbe was forced to throw over her beautiful face every time she left the mansion that had become her prison. Pyramus rushed towards him, his eyes wide, his cheeks bloodless, his bare feet indifferent to the small sharp rocks that were sinking into them, shouting noiselessly. His numb fingers closed around the thin veil, which fell to the ground like a jet of water that he might never grasp..