I step into an empty house soaked with sensations from the past that are still here, and the scent of the forest reaches me through old, broken window panes. All the seasons live in these walls, and people's laughter and tears enter me. The floor remembers how it felt when little feet trudged around in the night. Fire warms frozen hands, that continue their ride on towards eternity, yet stand still in the house that stayed... Though all voices are silenced, they still move me with their presence; shadow, light and mood. I stand on the threshold between these past souls and now. Everything blends together in what we call time, and becomes just dust... while the only thing truly here is the beauty of this cracked glass that glistens in the sun... right now.