Library

Memories are sad. Everything is so familiar, yet so strange. I don't want to think about it, but these real and almost magical events happened one after another within a year, which completely separated me from normal life. Life, maybe it's just obscenity! Memories are a better way to say goodbye to the past. Maybe! Family, ancient books, curses... Keep me isolated from the world and intertwined with mystery. But, it's true!