Дисперсія

When you lose yourself, is it possible to get everything back? All you can do is glue together the fragments of the mirror and hope for the return of your past. The world says: mourning has an end, people tend to adapt, everything passes. Everything returns to its place. The world says: Adam is a good man; Adam is a successful journalist. Adam lost his best friend. And this is his fault.

[Translated from itch.io]