Clean and calm.
White and plain.
Bright and simple.
There is a woman who dreamed of a lake in the snow,
there's a man who dreamed of a deer in the forest.
And they met.
And the dream brought them together.
She's special, she's abnormal, she's unsual.
She's bleeding, swinging on the edge next to death, but talked calmly as if nothing is happening.
He doesn't know a single thing.
But he saved her, at the last minute.
What if he didn't call? She definitely would die.
That's my favourite scene.
Perhaps I resonate with that strongly.
Memories being baked, flourished under the silent sun and gentle rain.
Smiling mouths and bitter teardrops, reflected in your eyes when they met mine.
silence is where I belonged.