Mystic and shadowy figure crawling down the night streets of the old town. Whispering to itself and to those who may hear: "the shadow listens". In the horizon of the rising sun it stumbles across the river bank and it flows with the colors of unearthly tones. In the mixture of dusk and reality, sleep and imagination it jumps into the river, to reborn into past form of the present self. It becomes the river and now makes no sound, it became the color of it's floor.
Afrodit in Puaton