Trans insulam. Distant islands.
His past can always only be a taboo phantom that is brought up again. Like the bizarre encounter on the Crete island that year, it can only gradually leave Michael Atla and become a memory that carries his pain and goes away.
Many years have passed, and he can no longer even remember what his lover's smile looked like back then. Only the low and pleasant voice seemed to be engraved in his blood, as clear as if it was not a dream.
[The island is still close in front of you, like a phantom that was crushed in a dream.
Your smile is mixed with sadness, turning into a distorted color in the phantom.