Oleg Roy. Shadows of Fate (№ 420032)

Lanterns cast shadows of trees and wires on the asphalt, wrapped in snow-white cloth. I am sorry to step on fragile snowflakes skillfully woven by heaven. Everything around looks so pure and innocent that even one trace of me seems blasphemous. Every time a creak is heard under my feet, I feel the ridges of a thousand little bodies break ...