Kdo je kriv, da so bile sanje tako lepe?
It was one of those nights he wish could never end. Somehow she always knows when to visit and what to say. In the endless land of dreams they can be together as they were when he was little. They can make up for lost times and reminisce about the road already overcome. He never really got over her death. It came too soon and without enough notice. He was never forgiven, and he never forgave himself. But he could see it in your eyes last night. You were in a better place, happier, free of the pain of living. She whispered words he always took for granted, yet were given a more profound meaning as they watched the ocean envelop the sun. She told him she was proud and that she knows he did the best he could. She told him he will survive because he has endured so much more, and his current circumstances are but a glimpse of the journey ahead. And as he listened to her words carefully, he realised, even after everything, the world is still such a beautiful place. The morning sun came, and she vanished without a trace, and while he cannot touch her, she is there, somewhere within, guiding him through the meadows and opening his eyes to the grandeur of life and the magnificent will of the universe.
