She walks. The world around her rushes by like a ribbon wound around a finger: everything changes at an increasing speed.
Behind this bustle, other worlds emerge: a dimly lit forest, fog, sunbeams scattering across the water, the whisper of grass. Almost invisible creatures flit between the trees: jellyfish and stingrays, their silhouettes barely discernible, almost invisible, but their presence can be felt.
Here, between the trees, the silhouette of a fish flashes by.
Inside, recognition rises — quiet, whispered: this is part of her soul. The part that once remained in childhood and did not find its way back for a long time.
The girl begins to follow it, she speeds up and almost starts running, but cannot catch up with it.
Behind this bustle, other worlds emerge: a dimly lit forest, fog, sunbeams scattering across the water, the whisper of grass. Almost invisible creatures flit between the trees: jellyfish and stingrays, their silhouettes barely discernible, almost invisible, but their presence can be felt.
Here, between the trees, the silhouette of a fish flashes by.
Inside, recognition rises — quiet, whispered: this is part of her soul. The part that once remained in childhood and did not find its way back for a long time.
The girl begins to follow it, she speeds up and almost starts running, but cannot catch up with it.
Tired of running, she lies down by the pond. The wind gently ruffles her hair, the water softly murmurs at the shore. Her shoulders relax, her breathing evens out. For the first time in a long time, there is space for silence inside her. She accepts it and simply listens.
The cherished fish swims up, glowing and merging with the girl's image, becoming part of her.
The world that was rushing by slows down to the pace of her breathing. The girl smiles the way people smile when they recognize something familiar.
She whispers her gratitude to life itself for bringing her home.
The cherished fish swims up, glowing and merging with the girl's image, becoming part of her.
The world that was rushing by slows down to the pace of her breathing. The girl smiles the way people smile when they recognize something familiar.
She whispers her gratitude to life itself for bringing her home.
