A blooming flower in the night
There is something like a shimmering flower in the darkness. Is it a figure which adores the movements of the dead when they were alive? Is it a wriggle of luminescence of a life which is about to be born? It is a shimmer of light which is continuously appearing and disappearing. A world of small, a world of narrow, a world of thin, a world of faint… I am comfortably falling into the dazzling deep darkness in such worlds.