As the first drop of rain hit the parched soil, Ilie Moromete realized he wasn't standing on his land anymore. He was standing on a memory, watching the horizon swallow the only life he had ever known. Key Themes of the Story
“They aren't gone,” Moromete muttered, though his knife slipped. “They’re just elsewhere.” Moromete Family: On the Edge of Time image
He thought of Nilă and Paraschiv, gone to the city to chase a future made of concrete and smoke. He thought of Niculae, whose eyes no longer looked at the land, but at books that spoke of a world Ilie didn't recognize. The "Edge of Time" wasn't a cliff; it was a slow erosion. As the first drop of rain hit the