Nebula, you embrace all things, and everything from familiar becomes strange.

Our steps advance with uncertainty on empty roads; unknown to us, although we crossed them many times before. All is still here, near and far at the same time.

Life retreats and hides in deep folds leaving only a shadow of herself; a mute skeleton in front of our stunned look.

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"And still, silent as shades, I wait here; and now

           In my breast a tunelsss, trembilng heart"

(Friederich Hölderlin, To Hope)

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