After sailing in a frozen sleep state, carried by the Ocean’s arms, the Seeress finally arrives to land. Maybe she slept for a day, for a week,…, maybe for years…

A butterfly rests in her hand, while the ice melts away, melting together with her memories, those that which not to stay.

She finally wakes up, her eyes open…

–

Where am I?
Why can’t my eyes see like they used to?, flowing through time like pages from an ancient book, like a hand on the body of a beloved one…
Who are you, tiny butterfly? Can you speak?

Do you want me to follow you?
…
–