Landscape of melancholy

Landscape of melancholy

The darkness is spreading.

Over the mountains, into the sea and into the wild forest.

I can sense it.

It calls me.

It calls you.

Try as we want we are engulfd and something is there...

Something that makes us whole?

Something that eases the void?

What is it?

What it isn't?

Will we find the answer?

Will we find the way out?

Do we really want to go out?

What if... we belong to it?...

Or it belong to us?...