“…Having followed the sunset, Ansoee was sitting near an ancient oak. It was one of those rare days when everything was quiet, only a slight wind blew giving a feeling of moving life
Turning her head to the skies the girls was watching stars which flashed up far above in yellow autumn leaves. In twilight the tree branches seemed to be special links between the Sky and the Earth colored by the Milky Way stars.
She gently touched the oak and closed her eyes. Immediately she felt the vortex of consciousness which threw her high to the skies. Since that time only the music has been able to describe the feelings…”