Fryx runs through mountains, through meadows, through the wind.
As if stopping was no longer possible.
He sings. He dances. He shouts.
Louder. Faster.
Again. And again.
No pause. No turning back.
Something is pushing him.
Or maybe he’s running away.
Running away… or overflowing with life?
Even he doesn’t know anymore.
So he creates. Everywhere. All the time.
It grows, it spreads, it overflows.
As if the world can no longer hold what he feels.
Nothing can stop him.
At least… that’s what he believes.
…but somewhere, far behind,
something is watching him.
— Sënka_
WHAT DID YOU FEEL ?