Rina lit the fire and its golden flames interwove with the dark layers of the twilight. Her future was a good companion; quiet and receptive. The nice currents of warmth resonated with the chilly air. ‘Think about the magical word,’ she ordered herself, as always when on the journey without the silver rhino; her loyal, brilliant friend and faraway from gold-digger. ‘It’s so easy to miss something, someone so much that you can only and continually whisper his name,’ the warrior thought. However, the magical word threw her off with its sudden clearness. ‘TRANSEE, TRANSEE, TRANSEE,” Rina kept repeating in order to find a crevice, a tiny door in the lack and move forward with her thoughts far into the adventure. The transeeing makes the warrior able to rocket to the new level of knowing.
Photography by "Outsider"
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