The boundless field from a dream.

The pain intensified in her chest. An uncompromising calm spread across the boundless plain. The bitterness of her thoughts burned and corroded the girl from within as her feet touched the lifeless plateau. Life here flowed at its own pace. The wind howled in a peculiar way, digging into her hair and, at the same time, into the mind of the new guest. What brought her to this dream? Was it dangerous here? Could she get out of here? Only she herself could answer these questions. It was here, under the persistent silence of the darkness, under the relaxing coolness of the wind, under the soft rhythm of her own steps, that she would have to meet herself from within, to understand and accept the cacophony of her own life...

Harmony of mind – harmony of lines in language, harmony in the hands and the trembling of the heart. If you are afraid, hurt, lonely, cold, frightened, or delighted – you are alive. Life is one, life is vast and endless. The soul does not die, it does not end its eternal wanderings, rebirths, and understanding of being. Peace comes with death. Does death exist? Does peace exist? What is the meaning? In life? In the soul? In death? In peace? Or does only what your eyes see have meaning? What stands before you? Fear of your own weakness? Mistakes of past years? The fight for the future? Or a silent, hopeless, dehydrating emptiness?