From a noisy world, a luminous garden through a narrow, dark passage.

The cold metal surface, a gentle breeze, rustling leaves

And the timid song of birds.

An almost empty space. A few clues for the function.

From an ordinary moment, to a memorable passage.

I’m protected, out of time.

Water gushes out of the wall, I open my hands to collect it.

Daylight falls into them and purifies my soul.

I leave the refreshing darkness behind.

My journey ends where it began, time has passed.