The night was deep, and the stars were dazzling. The bonfire illuminated the courtyard, casting enchanting shadows. The Goddess of Spring in the lake bestowed dreamlike enchantments of summer, enveloping the "Divine Warrior" lost in the aroma of the dreams.
And the seductive and obsessed, the passionate and sober, the singing and whispering, dancing and tumbling, chasing and struggling... all forms of indulgence transformed into vibrant memories, sinking into the subtly blood-colored Sacred Spring, as pleasing sacrifices to the Goddess of Spring...
In that heated dream, the lynx chased vibrant petals, clawing with wild instincts. Each petal of different colors concealed unforgettable sounds and more deeply etched images. When he plucked a blue flower, his eyes saw the pursuit of wind and thunder, and beside his ears, the high song of the clouds was heard.
