(Did I really wrote 2010 on those panels?...)
"I walked to the morning snow, just a lone owl following the rythmic sound of my step cracks in the iced snow; I walked in the morning snow and I felt lost. The silence started to hurt my ears, the cold scent of ice making me wish to stop and never continue again, but I did.
And you waited for me."
The Tower of Memory
From the Author
Snow and ice can be a warm silence to seek inside of us that small hidden place where everything exists, we ourselves as our memories. I hope you find that warm room and enjoy your stay,