The forgotten warehouse of the world – the forgotten memory of humanity. No one has entered here for years. Dusty suitcases full of poetry. A world where birds and angels live.
A man arrives. He is at the end of his journey. He once had wings. He was once unlimited by space and time.
He was just a thought, he was thought. He was just an image, an idea, and yet real, loving and loved. Free.
He decided to take on the heavy burden (some later began to call it punishment). He descended, became flesh, and forgot who he was and still is in reality.
He even forgot that he had forgotten.
He believed in limitations. He forgot how to fly. He believed he had no wings. All that remained was a desperate longing to fly.
And through the scars of his wounded soul, which no longer believes in anything, not even itself, echoes and flashes of myths, legends, and ancient stories emerge.
And then he begins to remember…
