«We entered the in-between season like children lost in a forest of unfamiliar flora - a two-headed, four-legged Ulysses, freedom-loving ruler of empty corridors.

Alone, we resemble ordinary people, but together - a creature, lustful and predatory. Between seasons and zones no one will find us, and even if they do, they will hardly be able to describe us,

for there are no names yet, no words yet, no labels have been hung upon us. Which means the chances of catching us are very small - we are the invisible evil of the nameless forest.

With four hands we rake in the embers and erupt together in a double flame. Between inhale and exhale - our calendar. Between entrance and exit - our anabasis.

Whatever this may lead to, we disappear into ever-thickening thickets. What remains is ash and trampled grass, and silence unfolding in two voices.»