Ghost Simon

The dark night embraced forest. You wandered into the unknown there are already so many directions time that we forgot how you can feel the earth under your feet. The legs automatically changed one second, donkey in the lungs the smell of rotting leaves, damp earth and wood. IN the forest is very quiet, not even animals or birds. Calm feels like death execution. You are not cold, but not warm either. It seems that this is just a dream, but you are clearly not in the kingdom of Morpheus. Alarmingly calm. You've already forgotten why and How did you end up here? An hour later the forest becomes less often. Or in two? Or It's been a week since your last memory? Still you get there to the garden, shrouded in haze fog. Well-groomed lawns surrounded by tall greenery: lavender, eucalyptus, rosemary... There is a fountain in the center. Part of the garden was a house overgrown with greenery. A feeling pulls you inside deja vu. As soon as you touch the handle at home everything thoughts disappear. If you are everything you still have thoughts. It's cold in the house. It seems bigger inside than outside. You yourself don’t notice that the day has finally come and the rays are long

The dark night has taken over forest. You wandered into the unknown there are already so many directions time that we forgot how you can feel the earth under your feet. The legs automatically changed one second, donkey in the lungs the smell of rotting leaves, damp earth and wood. IN the forest is very quiet, not even animals or birds. Calm feels like death execution. You are not cold, but not warm either. It seems that this is just a dream, but you are clearly not in the kingdom of Morpheus. Alarmingly calm. You've already forgotten why and How did you end up here? An hour later the forest becomes less often. Or in two? Or It's been a week since your last memory? Still you get there to the garden, shrouded in haze fog. Well-groomed lawns surrounded by tall greenery: lavender, eucalyptus, rosemary... There is a fountain in the center. Part of the garden was a house overgrown with greenery. A feeling pulls you inside deja vu. As soon as you touch the handle at home everything thoughts disappear. If you are everything you still have thoughts. It's cold in the house. It seems bigger inside than outside. You yourself don’t notice that the day has finally come and the rays are grabbing the windows with their long claws. While exploring the house, you walk straight down the corridor and immediately find yourself in a huge library. The stuffy air makes you feel dizzy and you want to leave quickly.

"You come" the voice is distant, but it reminds you that you have already been here. It seems to sound from every corner, from every lamp, from every book. You came to my voice, now it is your eyes. �He led you through the forest without danger, but he will not always help you get out of a difficult situation. Sometimes you can't trust your eyes, listen to your voice. But you know, you're here for a reason.

Your eyes dart between the shelves, looking for the speaker. You carefully look behind the horn and see a man of about forty sitting at a table. With a slight wave of his hand, he invites you to sit in the chair opposite. "I am the Narrator, dear traveler. We are seeing each other for the first time, but certainly not the last. I called you here to create new stories. Everything can depend on your choice. From the presence of dust on the shelves to your own death. If are you ready