Shapes and faces that are appearing are travellinggreat distances in a endlesly long time. They are sleeping, numb,countless carried by the curents and living in dead still depths, andthen, only once, in one moment, they resurface, shaped by the rocks,wind, waves, moon and in one fraction of the second (as long aseternity), they proudly, bitterly, sadly and magnificantly realisetheir body into this world. In a world, who was at that (and only inthat) moment populated with one Vladimir, with his eyes, fear,curiousity and intuition. And in that moment, only in that moment, alittle love sparked, recognise, survives huge grinding eternity andends up being remembered. From here, the path is forking into twodirections. On one is Vladimir who got something that he doesn'tunderstand but trembles quietly by presentimented beauty and the otheris eternity of the water and returning to peace.