“In a forest of symbols our senses wander, lost in the memory of a tempting beauty. A light moment reminds us of vanished souls, dancing in the emptiness of our thoughts. The enigmas of the past haunt your dreams, uniting the vices of vanity with the need to love. What paths do we travel in the search for meaning? Our ephemeral existence; our fragile beauty; the idea of a happy destiny, corrupted by man’s inertia”
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