Introduction
These are tales of a lost age, a place that escapes timelines. Yes, my dear adventurer, you might not even understand, not now. . . Come on, follow me.
The sound of rain falls slowly, the wind hovers under a moon covered in gems. We slowly step through the window, where the drops of water from Vankerya’s clouds betray a love that should never have existed. The space that inhabits his eyes, a multitude of stars run through his iris. She caresses his face, stares into his face as he dips his fingers under the hair on her head. He runs his fingers through his strands of hair like drops that make up a waterfall. His fingers plunge into that waterfall, until he pulls her chin towards his lips. Slowly we distance ourselves, leaving through the crack in the window, we scale the heights of the clouds, and they count, they speak. . . That love should never have happened. . . But, whatever. . . Love will find a loophole! Be it in the distant lands of Norway, or even between one, or even two stars. Yes, the vastness of the Universe could not contain such a powerful force. . . love.
A long time later. . . . . . (Or no time?)
It’s an Autumn, but it’s not like every Autumn . . .
