… Then, two great branches from both sides seemed withdrawing discreetly like the drop curtains of a scene, revealing the ocean. The silvery horse didn’t stop when it reached the edge of the cliff, but maintained its course, instead. It preserved its horsy shape for a little bit before converting little by little to a bright cloud marching to the moon…
Samhain, the 12 days of Christmas, May Day, Midsummer, the so-called intense days. Fog, sleep, aquatic element. There are days and places where the borders between the material/real and the spiritual/imaginary world render perilously thin. It’s then when there is the highest probability for something supernatural to happen or some otherworldly encounter to take place, with magic considered being in its zenith and nothing being what it seems. Do ramble in the seven short stories, where the separating veil has ruptured, leading to the senses being deceitful and the physical reality being unable to offer the slightest guarantee of what is possible and what is not.
Lovers of nature, nightscapes and Indo-European folklore, this book is for you!
