My fairy tales came to life. It turned out that dragons exist, so do spirits, and the dead, and all and everyone fantastic. My past life was only a bottom layer of the cake. Boring residues of the top layers fell down to my monocellular world only to finish their existence there.
The new views are breath-taking, but they also mean an end to the old me. I need to recognize the past myself as a mistake, a mistake that is 37 years old. Only fantasies and dreams were true, but I did not dare to believe in them.
I won’t cry or look back. I will look ahead and go ahead. Fresh air is healthy, even if it’s not warm.
