Magnificent mountains grow upward on the strands of the horizon. The first one floats on the talisman song played by the ancient lute men. Tears caress the strings of youthful memories – Remembrance in the Forest. Antique Print, impressed and corroded by time, kissed by rusted edges of yesterday’s dreams – we did fondly kiss at the rusty etched outskirts of yesterday’s dream. Impressive engraved mount takes wing on the slopes of the rising sea. Another step invites you into the realm of remembrance. The next one asks you to enter the growing grey blue sky. The clouds’ soft murmur becomes a lullaby.