What lies there does not have sound nor scent.

It is the image cut out from what is right in front of you.

A fragment of time that soon turns into the past.

The flavor of such fragile beings never ceases to fascinate us.

What lies there does not have sound nor scent.

It is the image cut out from what is right in front of you.

A fragment of time that soon turns into the past.

The flavor of such fragile beings never ceases to fascinate us.

What lies there does not have sound nor scent.

It is the image cut out from what is right in front of you.

A fragment of time that soon turns into the past.

The flavor of such fragile beings never ceases to fascinate us.