The sound of winded flag by the castle makes me feel that the scene indeed exists.

The steps’ echo, the stairs to desires walked up by quiet young people...;

The moody cats welcoming the leisure' spirit …

Scared and feeling guilty for daring to have desires, but equally curios to discover them …

Surveying with a smile from the hill the reality down there; mutually decided to simply embrace the scene they were projected on.

Is not an end, neither a beginning; it’s happening until can happen.