Once, life thrived in the crown of this tree, and it seemed that gazing upward would last forever. But time came, and the giant was broken and fell to the ground, dooming itself to a slow death. Yet its demise was not in vain: the giant’s body became a haven for other forms of parasitic vegetation, whose lives fed on the death of their host. The process of mixing the dead and the living has begun…
The lifeless has become overgrown with life, and now tiny creatures have settled into the once unoccupied space. The colors of nature and the gray world of gray people have blended, and the previously unpainted canvas is now filled with hues. The tiny creatures scurry and intermingle, tirelessly multiplying the chromatic diversity of the natural landscape.
A tenacious parental grip holds onto the hand of their offspring, which confidently tries to slip away. But time will inevitably weaken that grip, and in the worst case, the fragile connection may be lost. All that remains is to work on oneself and hope that the delicate hold will be replaced by a moderately respectful interaction — one that can keep the flame of kinship alive.
The gaze directed into the distance… The small person is limited not only by external space, but internal boundaries are already beginning to press on our fragile mind. Escaping from a wooden cage is not difficult, but how many more such cages await the small person on their life path? Cages that will not be made of wood. Cages as high as the sky.
In a dark corner, forgotten by time, something round gleams white. Oxygen instantly vanished through the broken window of opportunity… Exact figures are firmly sealed over with monotonously repeating words of despair, because the precision of time carries no meaning. At what moment did the clock undergo such a harsh modification? Perhaps it was like this from the beginning?.. A very convenient thought for those who prefer to blame fate rather than fight their own weaknesses.
In the beginning there was a seed – the starting point of life’s growth. A sip of water spreads through the loins of the seed and the passage of time throws the sprout beyond the cozy shell. Life has seeped into the air, the countdown of existence has begun.
