I can't be sure how much time has passed since I am walking in Kampa... as I said the dream goes on and it seems never ends. No one clock is visible around me. In the real life I should already see the sun light rising, and light up the Island and the Charles Bridge. But the sky is always dark and I can hear only the moving water of the Vltava and Čertovka the stream of the devil.
As time went by I am feeling different, powerful, individualist and fascinating.
...serenity in my new dark world.
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