Maybe whoever YOU are, you read the story anew, you understand the characters differently and think of yourself as a character of the story I'm telling you. If it is so, is it my story any longer? If it is so, who is the Creator? And who are you?

We are left with as many memories we are brave enough to keep in our consciousness. Absolutely everything we ever did remains in our shadow and even if we no longer feel their traces, they shall haunt us as take a chance at shaping our future until we forgive and love wounds and assassins...the two faces of a coin we deceive ourselves with.

Nu știu când mi-am pierdut conturul, când au dispărut granițele degetelor noastre. La final mai țineam doar o lumină în palmă. Ultima care s-a stins a fost legătura dintre noi. Întuneric. „Să nu-ți fie frică. Știu că ești încă aici, te simt.” Ceva atât de frumos și tragic rar ți-e dat să vezi.

I inhale deeply and gather my thoughts. We stand in front of a decision that will transform our existence, that will break us apart to assemble us back differently. If you can paint different artworks with the same colors and you are a color, isn't it true that all the paintings in which you reside also belong to you?

Nu îți permiți să verși nicio lacrimă pentru tot ce ai pierdut pentru că o singură lacrimă aduce după sine potopul. Nu poți nici să uiți, nu când stai singură de veghe în marea călătorie în care te însoțesc doar cei ce n-au pierit, cei puțini ai tăi care au mai rămas, cei pe care nu știi exact unde îi duci, dar se încred în tine că vei găsi un acasă potrivit.

How does the story begin, Nora? With a glance, of course.   Two kids who see each other for the first time and the overwhelming feeling that something is forever changed. It begins with souls that gaze at each other through ever-changing eyes that fixate on a look. Right then and there, these two souls took a breath at once, unaware of it so, yet their lips conveyed a silent message with a smile. I know you. What eyes are gazing back, Nora? Blue.

Duc palma la inimă și îmi înclin privirea în fața lui. Îmi îndrept spatele și ne aliniem privirile la aceeași înălțime, mai aproape ca niciodată. Clipa aia în care ființele noastre s-au privit pe deplin egale ca suflete a fost ceva ce nu cunoscusem încă. Să-ți legi privirea, fie și doar pentru o fracțiune de secundă, de toată profunzimea celuilalt este un act perfect al existenței umane. Rămâne de văzut câte astfel de priviri au defapt o oglindă la celălalt capăt.

He wandered away from me a few minutes back and was now gazing towards the crest. We were few steps away from the edge and from there, intuition guideded, we might find an Ascondo in short time, before sunset. If we even manage to light a fire before the lights descend, we're actually good. I get near him on maybe-too-quiet steps and I relish in the view of his enchantment against the changing colors of any elyrian sunset. He's seen nothing yet. He's startled by the tip of my

All I managed to do was switch sides, close eyes, yet no one could ever prepare me for what I've remembered next. I never thought I could remember myself through the Other's eye.

It makes sense to have your unique way of meeting this world. Do you have ethereal power sources where you come from? - Aa..what? like energy induction devices? - Nu, Alessandro. ... Magia. - I've seen a few things I couldn't explain. Yet. I mean ... there's so much more to learn in science and technology... who knows how we’ll explain things in the future. - I'm talking of the power that comes from your own core, in Spirit. That which makes you truly human, that spark and

I felt that piercing gaze down to the marrow. I heard once a saying that you become a woman the first time you feel seen by a man. Now I believe I understand what it was hinting about. Alessandro's lingering looks stirred something in me I've never felt before. My common, natural world was both worshipped and questions with one stare. Enough, don't show him any more. I reach for the dress I recently shake-dried, and even if it didn't warm up enough yet, I put it on and stru

The Lord said once nothing like that should be allowed to live, that which is not of his world... He made that clear and made me think that magic is indeed an enemy that you don't deal with, you destroy... How can this be, Here, in this world... Where magic is Inside...me.

The first kiss is a one way ticket to whom you'll be for the Other. A breath past, inside myself there was only me, now I've weaved my heart beats with his and my lips learned new words in an unfamiliar language. Who would've thought this is why I left home this morning?

Thinking of things I'd see open, I wouldn't mind spreading her legs. Her thighs were glowing from behind and glistening in the front from the fabric of her bodice...or dress, I guess? I took off my jacket and gave it to her. I brushed my fingers over her breast and it felt like warm metal, I moved my hand over her waist and lingered there for a heart beat.

I flicked my finger over the tip of her tail and she lit up again, stopping abruptly. I flicked it twice and it happened again. The third time, she snapped her tail out of my hand and brushed her clothes with it, shaking away the feeling.   - Don't be like this. - Like what? - Annoying. Ungrateful.

Dincolo de toate amintirile mele am fost surprinsă să găsesc fragmente din amintirile lui, să mă văd prin ochii lui, să gust din gândurile și emoțiile pe care le-a trăit cu mine. Dar cum e posibil așa ceva, Nora? Halucinăm? Cum?