Time: Late fall.
Time of day: Just before sunset.
Gear: Nothing other than desire.
Atmosphere: Before the rain, dark clouds, damp, cool, windy...
Location: Lubenice, Cres Island, Croatia.

People present: You are alone.

The road is winding and badly marked, far from civilization and anything you know. You turn from the main road and then turn again into a side road. You turn once more into another minor road. You come to a glade, then into the woods, through the bushes and to a glade again. There is a sheep or two. A griffon vulture is circling above you...your companion, no doubt.

You leave your car at the end of the road...tranquility. First impressions? Discomfort... loneliness... silence. Heartbeats. Wind in your hair. A few drops of rain.

Take a deep breath of fresh air. There is an unfamiliar scent of the unknown. Are you afraid of something? Anything? Were you ever afraid? Deep inside you are aware. Deep inside the curiosity overcomes. If you have never been here, if you never reached the edge... now is the time. Here you are ready to decide. However, if you never have... maybe you should not.

The car is far behind you with everything familiar. It is fading away in the mist. The keys are in your pocket. Your only hope of return. A few more steps and that will vanish too. Church bells. Marking the time... and a few more things. Your step has been marked by the transience of all things.

You come into a square. A church stands before you. A few small houses. On the left you can see over the wall. Ignore what you see. On your right there is a view of the woods, bushes, shadows on the next hill...

Hidden eyes of non-existent locals are watching you. A cat. Lightning is tearing the sky. Your shadow on the stone-carved monuments of the past. Your step has been noticed and carved into secrets. Centuries are whispering. For those who are yet to be born...from the depth beneath you comes a roar and dark thunder. You anticipate fear. A wish to escape is pushing you forward. So, it is forward after all? You stand still, lingering, listening. You think again. A few more drops; it is starting to rain.

A narrow road on your left and on the right from the church. A cross on the church. High on the church tower touching the lower clouds. A cross on the decision. Stone tiles, your choice. Discomfort and fear on one side. Uncertainty and dread on the other. Are you gathering your strength? Do you have the strength? Is it strength you need? You came here of your own free will.

A window is half open. The door is only half closed. A ruin. A deserted house. Maybe there is someone here after all? You glance. A draft. Wooden doors are slamming into a torn down wall. It starts to rain, heavily. Puddles of rain are disturbed by something. The sunset devours. The silence is loud. Leaves are rustling. Bells are still ringing? Why now? Should they not have stopped? To stop the time...

You pass by the first houses. You are behind the church now. You cannot see the square; your car is out of sight. Your world is gone. Liberation? You pass by several houses. Then a few passes. Then holes leading deep under. To the worlds beneath. Don't hesitate here, at any cost. Uneasiness. Why? To go back? To what? There are too many questions.

Not enough time for answers. It is not the right moment anyway. Nor the place. Go on.

Are you going further? The houses are behind you now. All houses. On your right there is an old building that used to be a school. It is deserted. It has been for a long time now. Only a few memories remain. Someone else's... not yours. Maybe they are from childhood. Children's laughter. Are you hearing something or are you imagining things?

Straight down the road there is a cemetery. Do not go there. There are secrets there. Continue forward and then turn left. You are close. There is a hill, rocks... moss. Careful... it is slippery.

Clouds in the heart of a storm are playing with your mind. Coldness. You climb...you shiver...a few more steps. You can still give up. It is not too late. Do you dare to go all the way? Will you go all the way?

Is that some light showing from the clouds? Maybe. Stop imagining things. There is no light here. Not for you. Not yet anyway. Wait a bit longer. Soon...

Ok. Close your eyes. Come to the edge. To the very edge. Slowly. Step by step. Do not take two steps at once. A small step. One by one. Careful, a mistake could be fatal and impossible to rectify. You are on the edge. This is where time begins and ends.

Here is where it happens... things others only write about, or hear about. Here is where memories are born. Believe, you will remember. Forever. Spread your arms. Inhale. Open your eyes. Remember....