Coppélianouta
Enmeshed in between the Departure and Arrival
It was the night where reality and dream intertwined and being woven into a reminiscent pattern of Old Norse tales. Those sögur were vicinal and yet so remote simultaneously. As I now look back into the phantasy that was narrated from soul, it all gradually faded into a kingdom of cloud castle in vain.Thence I sing a song of Lament, for what I recalled were only the frames of paysage.
Enmeshed in between the Departure and Arrival
It was the night where reality and dream intertwined and being woven into a reminiscent pattern of Old Norse tales. Those sögur were vicinal and yet so remote simultaneously. As I now look back into the phantasy that was narrated from soul, it all gradually faded into a kingdom of cloud castle in vain.Thence I sing a song of Lament, for what I recalled were only the frames of paysage.