The Rebirth of the Völva - 01

Bless

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?