and from the ashes...

«In dreams, time works different. It gets bended in strange ways and, thus, flows at a different pace than in "real" life.»


There are so many memories in my head. So many pictures of what now seems to be only a dream. There they are, walking by the lake, watching a movie, watching the stars at night, talking in a bar. Time, however, flies, and everything comes to an end.

*And from memories, the ashes of the past, something new shall come to be.