Kogda Gasnut Ogni

A desolate, abandoned world where nothing exists. Not a single ray of light can pierce through the eternal gray veil that hangs in the air. But I don't mind. On the contrary, I even find it quite mesmerizing, because each of the particles endlessly descending from the sky is unique. Unique not only in itself, but also in the path the wind takes to carry it to the ground. The trajectory of this whimsical fall—and that of thousands of other particles—will never repeat again... Isn't that amazing? But what are they, really? That remains a mystery, just like so much else around me. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in an endless search for fragments of the past that might wipe away this enigma and the strange, deadened stillness. And finally, after all this time, it feels like I’m on the right path. I will create. I will craft life with my own hands, using whatever materials I can find. I will stir the longing and loneliness that weigh so heavily on us both. We will be alone no longer...