Castle

In a dark, very dark forest, the traveler is looking for his lost soul. Each moment of life part of my soul goes into the surrounding objects.

She falls into confinement, she is enveloped by branches of trees, roots are deprived of support, tearing off the ground.

The bark of trees hides captured souls from the eyes of other people, but they cry out of nothingness, they call for connection.

It is worth hearing this call, walk through all the points of its existence, as it opens the possibility to discover the truth in a fairy-tale castle ...

Not luck leads to ignorance and destruction ...

Painting by Natalia Frolova