MAIRA

Waking up in a dark area, dreaming, in the middle of the forest, high trees are taking the light…

Nothing, nothing but the cold, darkness, loneliness to feel, far away from any civilization. Slowly a melody unfolds… it grows. The heart creates new realms, new expectations, until the melody penetrates everything, the battle begins. The morning arises; the ray of the sun’s first light is winning th  ...