A decade has lapsed in silence. People and things around have been ground or even erased over time; gradually diverted from the then colourful kingdom into a grey-back tunnel. Hardly can one recall the smiling face of a lively child but a dull face of passivity. Fast though the pace of a man and the speed of a plane can be, none are swifter than time which is a river of no return.
Torrent can be devastating but it cannot swallow every pulse of life. A white sheet dyed black will still see traces of whiteness. Strong is the belief that our creativity will not be contaminated.
Nobeing. has been liberated from its childishness and will walk through the many more decades ahead with richness and uniqueness.