Yesterday,

deep inside the forest.

I heard these words.

Whispering between the trees.



‘For each and every stone and key

you turn along this path,

still the quest keeps going on.’



‘The soft edges of each stone,

the worn out handles of the keys

is not made by someone else,

but you.’



‘To tell you it’s already done.

Not once or twice,

but countless times throughout the centuries.’



‘Now turn yourself,

by going home

breaking this spell.

Saying: Never again! ‘