Against nature. Against reason. Idle man. Man by name. Gap by truth.

Children have been dying. Earth has been trembling. Skies have been crying. Misery and death...

In a town with soul, after lasting months of starving, mothers and children emerged from shelters, searching for food. They all gathered at the old square, standing in a long line. But suddenly, a whiz was heard, and second one, and third. In a flash of a moment, talk of innocent people was wiped away by frightening explosions. Afterwards, ghostly silence took its place. After the smoke dissipated, a horrible sight was shown. The silent moans of a few survivors...

And helpless bodies, turned to pieces...

A fathers funeral, a child asked his mother to let him pick a flower. A teary eyed woman fondled young lad, quietly nodding. So the child ran into a field of flowers, picking up the prettiest rose. A blissful smile spread, he started running back - but stepped on a gadget of idle man. It widely flashed and thundered, the ground began to tremble. After moment of darkness, the mother descried her child... and became mute by pain.

Brother was separated from sister for a long eight years. High walls of others hate were screaming between them. Poisoned fields, and poisoned people. During the ninth season she finally returned - leading three orphans by their little hands...

In the lap of dark night hyenas bursted into the home of innocents. While searching with blind eyes they fired off bursts of death... not knowing about ire of lions...

..painful years rolled by, the war ended at last. Beasts went silent, leaving the scars behind. And empty fields. Fields of graves. Fields of poppy. Of blood...

In the age of eclipse many people that have been surrounded by freedom haven’t understood the meaning of that word. They’ve lived the lives of hyenas, of shells with no heart, nor mind. They’ve been slaves of their own hollowness and foolishness. Slaves of greed and useless devices. And they’ve been constructing their barren plastic world, tight and shallow. Blank and distorted, as the reflection of themselves. They made rules that have chained freedom and intellect. They have raped everything that shone from the heart. They’ve raped life. And nature. They’ve raped heart. And darkness smothered the light. Stupidity spread over the world. Pallor and nothingness...

In that epoch I have dreamt one uncommon dream...

A great number of people walked the road, and everything they needed they found on the ground, near the road. Night and day change in a flash up in the sky, one after another. On the march, the crowd passes through storms, beside temples and churches, entering each of them. They continue their journey, while the road becomes clean and bright...

Yet, the mass stops in front of an odd temple, similar to a large circus. In front of the gates two stooping men yell.

One is wrapped with cellophane, and hops in a silly way, just like common jester. In his eyes lurks emptiness, darkness. The second one is packed in fancy clothes, holding lots of money in his hand, while holding the jester in chains. His eyes are hidden behind dark glasses. In them lurks emptiness, darkness. Two hunch backs invite the crowd to enter...

On entrance there stands a puppet in black, asking from people to lay down their hearts, as a pawn. A dwarf narrates that it is a temple of their happiness. A temple of green paper. But far in the distance gesticulates an upright man, telling them not to enter. The man invites them to keep on walking, and to join him. But the rabble dashes into the temple, to taste a promised play. Just a small group of people remained outside.

The mass packed into a "temple".

Inside an air is stifling and dark, just one imitated light flickers and glares. The floor is covered with a strange slime, the walls are made of plastic, the roof is kind of knobby and slanted. As many people enter, the temple expands more...

At the end of temple stands a concrete alter, large and grey. Behind it a thick black screen hangs down. All around the alter lots of plastic boxes are strewn, of all shapes and sizes. The dwarf in black rushes into temple, and unloads the hearts in front of the alter, then yells to people to pick them up after the show ends. Then he claps his hands twice, while disappearing behind the screen. The crowd laughs at his silly walk. Hunch back in a costly suit appears, takes a maul, and hits the gong. A silence filled the temple...

Behind the alter appears a man with no eyes, wearing lots of golden ornaments, with a long tongue and sharp teeth. The man slaps the alter, shouting about the "weight" of this temple. Blind he preaches about "great" plans. From damned mouth he throws a poison, foam emerges from his ears... But crowd confided in his words, and started applauding...

Gossiper quickly turns away, clicks with fingers, and vanishes behind the screen. Now, many small gossipers jump out from the plastic boxes. Two - horned jugglers appear too, pushing tattlers amongst people. Monotonous chaotic rhythm begins - but there’s no sign of drums. Light starts to flicker faster and faster. In front of people bounds down jester dressed in cellophane, and continues to hop, while foolishly smiling. Green papers start falling down from the ceiling. Discord and madness begin to reign...

In common mess the rabble forget about the children, tramples down old people. Blinded by "fun", they fail to see the shutting of concrete doors. Voices invoke them from the outside. Many of them grasp at last, grab what they can get, take the children and run out. Many drop the plunder down, rush to pick up hearts - and escape in the last moment.

Now the gates are closed. Black clouds overcast the "temple"...

From the inside a chaos of madmen’s laughter echoes, of yellings and hoppings. Gabby people divide the crowd and dispense deadly weapons. Blood starts flowing. Ill comes upon those who stand near the temple.

Disorder goes on and on...

And suddenly, the alter turns to a giant grindstone, trundling over weeping hearts. The floor on which is written "Time" opens wide - showing the darkness, the chasm. Bodies begin to slip into dark, one by one. The nightmare proceeds, until the last shadow vanishes into the gap. The dwarf lifts its hand. Rhythm slows down, becomes quiet- and finally stops. Screen falls down, revealing the ruler of darkness, surrounded by trophies of evil. A creature with no face, giant and slimy. Servants begin to perform chaotic dance of death. The ruler of darkness roars with distorted laughter, and contentedly scrubs its hands. Then gathers its servants, ordering them to expand the temple all over the world.

Deformed creatures bound up, and start pushing the walls...

But all of the sudden, an earthquake strikes, the ground begins to shake, walls start to crack. The ruler of darkness becomes dreadfully frightened, not comprehending what’s going on. The giant wheel of time on which is written "year zero" turns round about twenty five times. Servants of darkness kneel down, while uttering mortal screams.

Through the cracks the light bursts into the temple...

The temple falls in to an abyss, together with the ruler of darkness.

It sank, and it seems as if it had never even existed. And the sun remains high in the sky, so strong and bright, like never before. And people stand in a circle, of all colours and nations, of all tribes and races - gratefully staring at the sky.

On earth motley wonders, on trees leaning guitars. Crystal lakes and seas, flavours of honey, paths of freedom.

And children run smiling over unending tracks, collecting the golden yields of a dream...

Not long after the war had ended, I stepped upon the bridge.

An old bridge, wooden and wobbling. I was gaping at the misty regions of my agonized kingdom. The muddy river was silently fondling the banks of a forlorn land. Black crows were croaking from frigid heights. And far from distances grey dogs of industry were barking. As clouds of poisonous smoke, that were spreading and threatening. Air was smelled of mould and ashes. A heavy burden pressed upon my chest. I hung my head. I was breathing hard, much harder and harder...

I closed my eyes, recalling the past.

And suddenly I caught a glimpse of shine. I saw a lucid river. I saw the colours of a rainbow, and children running over green, green meadows. I saw trees and petals of perfumed flowers. I saw smiles and hugs of happiness. I saw living trails and homes, and beloved people. Dressed in smiles. I saw a harmony between man and man. Between man and nature.

I saw sweet rhapsody of life. The symphony of bliss...

The roar of thunder returned me back to reality. I opened my eyes wide. Dun clouds floated down over the forlorn paths of my childhood. The skies grew dark. While rain started falling down on my stony face. Just like tears...

I turned away, in silent pain. I started walking toward the distance. The cold, hazy distance...

I’ve seen obscuration of the human mind. I’ve seen agony and calamity of innocent people. I’ve seen the apathy of a plastic world. I’ve seen a slush of money and unchastity. I’ve seen greed, and injustice, and stupidity. I’ve seen prayers of poor ones. I’ve seen the senselessness of a rich mob. I’ve seen the tears of an old abandoned man. I’ve seen blood on the face of a child...

With eyes harmed by pain, I stood in front of skies, so cold and dark. I took one more look behind, while tears were gliding down my face. I raised my arms, wishing to return the light. Warmth. Reason. I craved for that. More than for anything else.

So I opened my arms. Palms turned against the sky.

And took an oath...