Arta tilted her head. "Po. You fall from clouds. But here, we catch."
She pointed at the screen. The hero was losing a duel. The subtitles read: "Edhe yjet bien, por nata nuk mbaron." Even stars fall, but the night doesn't end. cado dalle nubi me titra shqip
Me titra shqip
Marco didn't understand the words. But he understood the shape of them—how Arta's voice softened when she translated, how his nonna squeezed his hand from the bed, how the mountains outside swallowed the darkness without fear. Arta tilted her head