Sometimes the happiest tones you are able to play on the strings of life are in minor key. Mist enfolds you, a thought, the very essence of you, pushes you to the dark streets of existence. Yet another day passes, falls asleep into the night and is reborn. This circle of return evokes feelings, important and sacred feelings deep inside. You inhale all the air of this world.
And in an instant you feel as if the road taken was not in vain but crucial for everything that follows.
