On that cold autumn day, their relatives gathered at the cemetery. People stood silently: some held flowers, others a handkerchief, some just looked at the ground. Time seemed to stand still. A hundred graves, silence — only dry leaves swirling in the wind.

When the minute of silence began, no one spoke a word. Everyone was lost in their own memories and grief. Suddenly, a strange sound was heard — like the rustling of giant wings sweeping overhead.