Memory is such a queer thing, you can easily get lost in it. Like this ancient castle in the mist - you know for sure that you' ve never seen it, but still remember it somehow . What is there, still hidden in your memory beyond the yellow mi

Have you ever seen heather in bloom? And have you tasted heather honey? This heather meadow seems so strange and so familiar. Maybe the Elves are singing and dancing here right now, shrouded in lilac haze. Can?t you see them so far? Take a go