Семь шагов за горизонт

But, of course, everything is not that simple. Every night the nightmares return — fragments of memories, whispers, someone’s quiet sobs, the smell of blood. As though trying to remind him of something. Something important. So important it should never have been forgotten… Yet it was.

And this girl… Modest, with violet hair, whose name lingers on the tip of his tongue, a name he longs to repeat again and again, with a dreamy smile on his face: “Le-e-na…”. She’s always somewhere nearby, blushing the moment his eyes meet hers. And with that, his heart begins to beat faster.

But time is short. Only a week remains until the end of the shift. And after that? Will he be thrown back into his cold world? Left here, in this strange summer fairy tale? Or… something else?

Although maybe for him it doesn’t matter. Maybe nothing will change anyway.
Because this girl has so little time left. Far too little…