The idea of ​​drawing caught me and made me imagine. She does not let me sleep, she bites into her consciousness with fangs. I will think of slow worlds, whose movements are invisible for days, weeks, but at the same time are filled with the endless tragedy of life and death. Dark dark dead forest. The ash-gray trees that stand close to each other creak from a far-reaching breeze. Some rotted and turned into dust, they are exhaustedly relying on still strong relatives. Lifeless dry branches with obliterated bark are absorbed by yellow moss. Rare white birds silently appear for a moment, to disappear again, cutting the air. A girl in a light, light dress falls up and clings her foot to one of the branches. Her hands are spread apart, the dress is pulled up, long hair falls down and sparkles with multi-colored highlights.